People Poems · PHOTO-0835

The Country's in the Key

Original typewriter poem by Chris the Poet

Original typewritten page for The Country's in the Key by Chris the Poet

Transcription

F Ene Key Bey Grote was kind of 4 vast ee Se of a bastard if y Bd Ants 4+ Wimon thread or theme if you read Bue ator ala otlour mythology es 700 Gan re really is No society, 1 eet s)add ‘country* to that \ Meme eerotman, colitary, poor, nasty, brutish, and snort I WSs the Gemocratic "Wet are not in the Teruo" i Phts' is a big sausage factory, and We're tn it I“m just # teacher—-in Florida of all places Hell if I know anything Heli 1f I know what to do about it Hell if I know what to do about it... But I've still got my song to sing Once IT figure out the words Or remember what they were And I’ve still got this tattered flag That's forgotten how to fly So small in my arms, full of apathy, weakly mouthing "Why 2" Brother Sister Will you teach me how to sew? Does anyone know? Born om the 4th of July, you know It should have beem somebody else But it wasn't A lady just came to me, just now, for a licht Are you Puerto Rican? Half Cubam. Are you? You sound like my aunt (Godfather's wife...WHATEVER!) No, but I grew up like them and I talk like them. Call your aunt-- tell her there's other crazy people out here! Thank you. Thank you, lady Liberty, for teaching me--for reminding me how to sew. I know we were raised right. We cam do better than this. We have to do better than this Sister B rother Will you teach me-- Will yow remind me How to sing? Wi11 you be the keeper of my key? If I leave my door unlocked, and open, Won"t you please come in? f