Ezra Pound
EZRA POUND
Pez, around
The gilded phaloi of the Pez dispensers
are thrusting at the spring air.
Here is there naught of long odds
But an abundance of corn syrup,
A procession of Palm Oils, O Adipic Acid,
Fit for your flavor additives to dwell in.
Ezra, your thumb is upon us.
The Grape is upon the Cherry.
The children about us are hungry.
Last edited by Susan d.S.; 10-19-2011 at 04:00 PM.
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