I startedand ended this
I started
and ended
this year
as an
intern
No prized position
but surely had its perks
coffee stains
free chips
the first one
in Febuary
was a room
full of socialists
facing a wall
dialing a phone number
the second one
in August
was a room
full of liberals
facing each other
dialing a phone number
we fought hard
as one
revoultinaries
bliinded by reality
something poetic in the fight
but we lost
and maybe that
was even more poetic
This poem is about:
My community