Another poem of mine placed here because it has nowhere else to go. This one is from the abandoned Bowlmore Writemore project. Read the brief, somewhat flimsy reason somewhere here. I always suspected that the reason why it was never completed was a quality issue. At least, that's what I think when I look over my contribution. This one was pretty much dead in the water. I should have printed it here two years ago and moved on.
Bowling For Leagues: How to Protest
In A True American Fashion
To Michael Moore
One: Wait until the world blows up.
Two: Express grievances after
the extended moment of silence.
Three: Actually, shut up. If you’re
still around, you’re probably not in
Heaven and therefore against us.
Four: If there’s actually no Heaven, sorry.
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