A Polish man wanders the airport.
He has no English.
His mother's been sent home.
A Polish man wanders the airport.
He has no polish.
He is iron, not chrome.
A Polish man wanders the airport.
He has anguish.
He wants to go home.
A Polish man wanders the airport.
He is finished.
His ductile bones chant Ohm, Ohm, Ohm.
Great Poem!
ReplyDeleteNice poem. I did my bathroom floor in ductiles.
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