Not Johnny Reb
I am not decadent;
And I am not your servant
-Cofederate traitor-
Or savant to use
Like a cutlery set,
Unleashing the taste
Of love by wiles.
I am not wanton,
And leave evryone I can alone,
If that's what they want,
Because it is a built-in right,
Not an invitation forever
For an excuse to fight
And become so flightly
By nuture or nature:
Get thee to a nursery.
poem by Stan Petrovich
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