It was the blue & plain ones. I forget all that. <br />My own clouds darkening hung. <br />Besides, it wasn't serious. <br />They took them in different rooms & fed them lies. <br />'She admitted you wanted to get rid of it.' <br />'He told us he told you to.' <br /> <br />The Force, with its rapists con-men murderers, <br />has been our Pride (trust Henry) eighty years;— <br />now Teddy was hard on. <br />Still the tradition persists, beat up, beat on, <br />take, take. Frame. Get set; cover up. <br />The Saturday confessions are really something. <br /> <br />Here was there less or nothing in question but horror. <br />She left his brother's son two minutes but— <br />as I say I forget that— <br />during the time he drowned. The laundry lived <br />and they lived, uncharged, and went their ways apart <br />with the blessing of the N.Y. Police Force.<br /><br />John Berryman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dream-song-110-it-was-the-blue-amp-plain-ones-i/
