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Vendor Poetry
In Remembrance
JEN A.
He was a proud American
He always flew his flag
On solemn ceremonial days
From a post out on his porch
He’d left a leg in a foreign land
Sometimes he would meet up
With his buddies from the war
At Wendy’s or McDonald’s
Depending on the time of day
But mostly he was a home body
He provided for his family
Never missed a day of work
He planted a big garden every year
And took great pride in its bounty
He had a serious “Prairie Home Companion” habit
And enjoyed a beer or two
He read Louis L’ Amour paperbacks
Though he didn’t like to be seen
In his ugly military issue glasses
His favorite singer was Hank Williams
And he would spin fantastic yarns
About Hank’s wild honky-tonk past
He couldn’t possibly have known firsthand
He thought Trump was an asshole
And said so everyday
He commanded a chair
Where no one else would dare to sit
Until an unseen, unforgiving
Vile, petty, microscopic virus
Felled this giant hero of a man
In just four days
We mourn for all we did not know
Let us grieve
And remember
