pomes of buddy don: Make No Mistake

Make No MistakeHe cannot admit a single mistakeCannot understand why we might be upsetAt losing our surplus, at losing our stake,At seeing how much more “them that’s got” can get,At watching Katrina destroy a great cityWhile he clowned around with his friend’s new guitar,At seeing his glee as he failed to show pityTo those he condemned to cruel fates most bizarre,At big brother eavesdropping all