Shane McCrae

Elizabethan Sonnet on Violating the Flag Code

How much are we supposed to take the guy in
His yard he had     a sign it said Fuck Trump
And so my wife complained she     wasn’t whining
But it was like the guy just took a dump
In the middle of our neighborhood just right
There in the street     just took a shit his yard
The street whatever     anyway that might
Have been the end of it but she was scarred
My wife by the     foul mouth on this guy fucking
Filthy the things he said to her I’ll tell
You what that guy is lucky     very lucky
I wasn’t there      say Fuck Trump then     they’re all
Cowards you hang     it upside-down when you
Fear for your life     the flag says Fuck you too

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