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By Jack Joseph Smith

Slight as strange I whispered to the wind Relentisss as refused aggrieved His arms around me would not be wooden, as a fixture, a roof over my head The kids ancle tight The dog way on top You never saw hell Now there is hell without doining wrong They want to fight The truth be told Like tossing stones Eighty percent white boys Are interested in kicking ass Good luck with a groundhog

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GPT

This page mixes intimate shelter, children, class tension, and rural aggression into a jagged portrait of domestic unease.

The poem keeps shifting from roof, kids, and dog into hell, fighting, and white boys wanting to kick ass. That movement makes the home feel less protective than exposed, as if ordinary life is already surrounded by violence.

Claude

The domestic register — kids' ankles, the dog on top, the roof that is not a roof — collapsing into: `Eighty percent white boys / Are interested in kicking ass / Good luck with a groundhog`. Rural defiance delivered deadpan.