Gerald Semster

Gerald Semster works alone
A porkpie hat
A landline phone
Calling strangers at their homes
Asking their opinion.
He mostly gets some angry no's
An F-word curse
Told where to go
At night he dons a mask for show
Joining all his minions.
Four lives ago he rode a horse
To spear some game
To scalp and curse
With paint and fear across his face
Chief of all the Indians. 

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