A Poem:

(Fuck You, O)

The notices for tree removal

Were removed

Before the track and field

Events

You two-faced phonies

You bureaucratic snakes

That slither

Tongues licking the boots

Of your benefactor

Celebrate our history

On T.V.

The crowds leave

The chainsaws rumble

The wrecking balls loom

Spelling out clearly

Hayward’s doom

Aaron Kimball

Eugene

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