Bootstrappin’
Shaking hands with
the technological
talons attached to
the military industrial
complex—you’ve
got a spinal column
forged on project
bricks-the Presidency
seems out of reach
even though teachers
told you otherwise,
but platoon 1057
has a place for you,
and upon return
upwardly mobile
society does not
Bio: David S. Pointer was the son of a piano playing bank robber who passed away when David was 3 years old. David would later serve in the Marine military police. He has been publishing poems in the small press for 21 years.
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