A Shotgun
Does The Trick
A Shotgun Does The Trick

I am dying from lack of motion,
Stagnation.
Out there in cities
There is movement and inspiration.

Not here.
The art gallery down the street votes republican.
If you want to clear the room quick
Read a Poem.
They are taking down art
Because the artist manipulated
The american flag.

I want to manipulate
Corporate flags.
My Poems burning them
And weaving it back again with words.
And we will be
A sovreign Poetic nation.

Maybe I'm just dreamin'
But I still believe in dreams.
Nice guys finish last,
I'm a guinea pig
To that theory.
I'm a livin' example
In the flesh.
I still persist
Middle finger in the air
To darwinistic systems.
Don't swim with sharks,
Don't have the ambition.

Today I watched a documentary
About another writer
That allegedly shot himself
In the head with a shotgun.
They upheld mainstream views,
Ignored conspiracies.
To them he chose his time to go.
Let his brains see the light of day.
I guess a shotgun does the trick.
And I'm thinkin' even if he did
Pull the trigger with his toe.
Which I doubt he did.
But ignore my own biases.
At least he had the dignity
Not to
 Go out
       Like this.
A slow crawl
       To the grave.

                               --Michael Grover
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Photo-
Shotgun over the door for sake of quick availability in farmer's home. Crowley, Louisiana
Lee, Russell, 1903- photographer.
Library of Congress, Prints & Photographs Division,
FSA-OWI Collection, [reproduction number,
LC-USF34-031624-D]