2 Mococco Poems

I got mad when the kids threw rocks at me—by Chris Bacon

I got mad when the kids
threw rocks at me
until I stopped seeing
through victim eyes

Finally looking, saw
the donkey cart guy
they bombarded him too
and cars, dogs,
shepherds, trains
basically any
thing that moved

My inclusion
true integration

Thank you rock-chuckers
For playing with me
in your game

Foreigner Tax—by Chris Bacon

You complained
cus he overcharged you by half

Then went home
to vote for the guy
who said the rich weren’t taxed enough

Forwarded an article
that foreign aid rarely
reaches the people

And paid $4.58
for a latte
with cinnamon undertones