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Cleveland
Sad,
little, impotent Cleveland
I’m sick of you.
I’ve been in your rusty grip most of
31 years,
poor man, in a poor city.
You don’t recognize or cherish
the things you have,
little impotent Cleveland.
I’ve had it
with your thankless attitude
and the way you drive
good men out of town.
And your good women?
They’re hardly worth looking at
once you’ve gotten your negative paws around them,
your rusty hands.
I don’t think you’ll be happy
until everybody in your borders
is a miserable failure like you,