Poets for the people, throughout the

world, are pariahs to their repressive

regimes and many languish in prisons

like animals in glass and wire cages

at pet stores throughout the US of A.

We keep adopting animals from

God forsaken pet mills but let the

poets languish in oblivion, their

governments hoping they will die

before they once again bark and

bite their repressively, miserably,

illegitimate masters. Just then,

someone adopted an inbred

but really cute Jack Russell.