Saturday, October 2, 2010

Chicago Poem #2

King's not dead just stepping down.
A perpetual Prince is the best, safest kind of king.
The lake's unfinished but doesn't seem that way
from space.
The lakefront is a work of art in constant flux
And someone is always about to eat you alive.
Some invasive Asian carp was slouching towards Wacker.
Time to get out, you've been sent for
By the biggest shouldered brute,
It's time.

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