If I were Jesse James,
I would waylay ever poet
who assumes the name
of some speaker unknown
but to an inner few.
I would turn his pockets
inside out and his innards, too.
Then I'd toss him under the train
I've already robbed, doing good
of course for the poor and untrained.
Oh what a world this would be
if only I were Jesse James.
Sue Scalf
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