Poem by Carl Sandburg

Galoots

GALOOTS, you hairy, hankering,
Snousle on the bones you eat, 
          chew at the gristle and lick the last of it.
Grab off the bones in the paws of other galoots-hook 
       your claws in their sleazy mouths-snap and run.
If long-necks sit on their rumps and sing wild cries 
       to the winter moon, chasing their tails 
       to the flickers of foolish stars ... let 'em howl.
Galoots fat with too much, galoots lean with too little,
   galoot millions and millions, snousle and snicker on,
   plug your exhausts, hunt your snacks of fat and lean,
   grab off yours.

1. Old-fashioned Requited Love
2. Subway
3. Baby Vamps
4. Kin
5. Hope Is a Tattered Flag

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