# Cigar - The Poem

**Published by:** [Allen Taylor](https://paragraph.com/@allentaylor/)
**Published on:** 2021-12-07
**URL:** https://paragraph.com/@allentaylor/cigar-the-poem

## Content

By Allen Taylor Drawn out deep, like the upward concerns of an intern. Captains delight in late night fatties, blue skies dressed in vanilla, and star- crossed lips ladled with love stains. Free soil built this land. Death may dance in the sun but I'm taxed. Hand me a bill of sale, this whore has the whole damned country by the balls. The king may know his legacy, but where are his clothes, mind you? The Right Wing spins a new face while the Party reminisces and the world is made safe. For democracy is a costly business, liberty a puff of smoke in a courtroom. Battlefield worms like us seek security in slow-poppin' cherries and close calls, rockets red glaring past our bedtimes. I'm fed the hell up with Hillians casting lots, forgetting to shed light on this year's stale, burned-out two-party topic. First published at TheNewVerse.News

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