they said
they have no more to offer
so you died
on them
you up and died
without your healthcare
I hope they played the Beatles at your funeral
you were a true
literary hero of College Park
we would rock the mic
when there was no mic
then when there was no more roof
we read
we shouted (as usual)
over firetrucks passing
that could not stop us
we looked like dudes on
soap boxes but there
was no typical gospel
we blew joints up
and the dominion trip
was real
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