William Butler Yeats by Tom Snarsky

It all rhymes, sometimes
kind of grossly like
dog slobber in a hot car
parked by a lake.

I no longer live
in a state where you can
get 5¢ for turning
in your uncrushed Cokes

which has diminished my
sense of possibility
& made me want to drive
across state lines

my metal car full of metal


Tom Snarsky found a loophole in the US Constitution.

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