John Doe
\nwas a humble man.
\nA blue-collared worker
\nwith a restless hand.<\/p>\n
Worked in a highway,
\neast end 102.
\nSealing roads,
\nchopping stone
\nwith a dumb’s man ox.<\/p>\n
Down home,
\nlaid.
\nHe’d play pool,
\nact too cool for school.<\/p>\n
Come Johnny go get that fuel
\nthe one you get
\nfrom a pill,
\ncoloured blue.<\/p>\n
He’d binge drink
\non a solo Moscow Mule.
\nJohn Doe aren’t you,
\njust an
\ninevitable fool?<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
John Doe was a humble man. A blue-collared worker with a restless hand. Worked in a highway, east end 102. Sealing roads, chopping stone with a dumb’s man ox. Down home, laid. He’d play pool, act too cool for school. Come Johnny go get that fuel the one you get from a pill, coloured blue. […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":7418,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"cybocfi_hide_featured_image":"","_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[7997],"tags":[5698,7449],"class_list":["post-175460","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-textos","tag-english-poetry","tag-poem"],"acf":[],"mb":[],"yoast_head":"\n