Forty nights later and
The darkness still reigns.
Given forty acres in a land
Where this is little rain;
Given a broke down mule,
With 3 legs that are lame.
Told to follow the rules,
But still barred from the game.
Everyone has to kiss some ass,
That's just the way things are here.
Some butts we can skip and pass;
We get to choose which rear
We will pucker up to and kiss.
So, whose ass will you kiss?
By A. Jarrell Hayes
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