John Jessup Kennan

the phantom ride of paul revere

Blake in a pawn shop






they wiretapped paul revere
kicked in his door at four in the morning
roughed him cuff him sloughed him off to solitary
confiscated his horse impounded it
sold it at auction for ten percent of value
taxed him for the rest
his redcoat neighbors snitch bitched him
he was hanged right beside nathan
hale i saw it myself
there was no midnight ride that was
fake news foisted by royalty
illusion that we won freedom pacified the lunatics
there was no civil war
it was just a lotta wasted blood
king george is our founding father
god save the queen

 © John Kennan 4-2-21

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