arrive. The Ladies from the Ladies' Betterment League
Arrive in the afternoon, the late light slanting
In diluted gold bars across the boulevard brag
Of proud, seamed faces with mercy and murder hinting
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i'm just saying, if you want to say anything about this, try makes no sense. Lol poetry is boring
This poem speaks so clearly to the dogooders...who are so busy being charitable that they miss the arrogance and ignorance of their own acts..can't you see them 'cantoring' to their fine cars.....
They allow their lovely skirts to graze no wall, Are off at what they manage of a canter, And, resuming all the clues of what they were, Try to avoid inhaling the laden air. Wonderful poem. tony