365 Days of Poetry: Day One-Hundred and Seventy-Eight


they want to take it all away.
make the people have no say.
spy on us like pervert jerks.
hoping we won’t see their work.

pass the agenda, make the grade.
when will this country be saved?
how is a woman’s body your business,
when you can’t even balance your own existence?

get the fuck out of my twat.
I don’t feel it’s asking much.
to want to make up my own mind.
about a tie that permabinds.


About June Faramore

Writer of fantasy, mainstream, and young adult fiction. Poet and sketcher. Mother. I read a lot and love cheese. Guitar playing singer-songwriter. I also enjoy stepping on the cracks in the sidewalk. View all posts by June Faramore

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