You
were misguided when you married at sixteen
and
wrong when you declared your fifth marriage tragic,
but
your name and winsome smile has always carried you.
Few
have noticed that you’re a stop sign misplaced on a through street,
that
you’re the first misfired thought where wholesome ideas meet.
I
know you, baby.
You’re
the high price of a free society,
rich
on Daddy’s money,
overfed,
and
bent in both posture and intent.
I
know you.
--Mitchell
Hegman
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