We didn’t really think they were going to arrest one of their own, did we?

*****

Still at Large XXVIII

We’ve no shame if the world knows it ~
This is how we treat a poet
The more, more excellent she be,
In what we call “Land of the Free”

We let loose an operator
Who makes sure nothing will make her
“Free” enough to leave her van
The way anybody else can

Yes, we demonstrate her error
To her in protracted terror ~
All that talk of harmony
Is something we would rather see

Turned to something we can hate
Something to which we relate
Better than the sweetest verse
Even angels might rehearse

Gleeful forever unhouse
Such a literary louse,
Unwanted ourselves among ~
Exhorting us to get along!

And if her unwanted
(However deserving vaunted)
Versifying to she keeps ~
We just make sure she never sleeps.