Wrote these poems. Old Soviet
Joke: in capitalist hell
They pound a nail in your butt
Every day; in communist
Hell, they drive thirty-plus nails
The last five days of each month.
But, if capitalism
Hadn't existed, poets
Would have had to invent it.
Hence this unbroken nonsense,
From January six years
Ago to this present poem.
I knew I wasn't to know
Much longer. I wrote and wrote.
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