Plucked Over Like Ducks

Poem By Lawrence S. Pertillar

Never mind
What she said
Or he said
They said
About what we have got
Or not!
Noboby but us
Pays these bills
Dropped in 'our' mailbox!
Forget about them
And their affairs.
Let's stop this mess addressed!
Never mind what they do
And who's screwing who.
We all are getting 'plucked' over like ducks!
Let's take care of our own BS...
And leave those 'quackers' in denial,
They are about to crack over theirs!

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