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I met a guy I used to know, who said:"You take your '57 Karnak, now,
The model that they called their Coop de
That had the pointy rubber boobs for bumpers—You take that car, owned by a nigger
Likelier'n not, with half its chromium
Knocked down its throat and aerial ripped off,
Side stitched with like bullets where the stripping's
And rust like a fungus spreading on the fenders,
Well, what I mean, that fucking car still runs,
Even the moths in the upholstery are
But it gets around, you see one on the
Beat-up and proud, well,
Jeezus what a country,
Where even the monuments keep on the move."Howard Nemerov was born on February 29th, 1920 in New York.
He died of cancer at his home in University City,
Missouri on July 5th 1991.
Howard Nemerov
Howard Nemerov (February 29, 1920 – July 5, 1991) was an American poet. He was twice Poet Laureate Consultant in Poetry to the Library of Congre
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