May 1st Happy birthday to the dispossessed of history, to the dispossession of the present, happy birthday on the dole, in the season of Marx’s sun, in the epoch of poor social hygiene. If you can’t feed yourself I will put bread in your mouth because I love you,
A poem for Mayday
A poem for Mayday
A poem for Mayday
May 1st Happy birthday to the dispossessed of history, to the dispossession of the present, happy birthday on the dole, in the season of Marx’s sun, in the epoch of poor social hygiene. If you can’t feed yourself I will put bread in your mouth because I love you,