(a far cry from Whitman’s/Emily’s America)
This is it:
The last, undeserved, benevolent call for the imminent-domained,
The self-appointed, heads of some-kinda state-countries,
Now, creeping all over the American-side-of-North America,
Politicians;
As little, red-blood suckin’ terminally-money-grabbin’ thieves-with-intent,
Maliciously, sittin’ flat out corrupted, in the body-bag congress/senate/corporations
Pullin’up your knee-high, China-cashmere, black socks,
And fast-stuffin’inthepeople’smoney.com.
(Without the slightest remembrance of a conscience).
And, nere’ do well pimp-daddy, crony suckin’
“Don’t Shoot” (?) hidin’ in the sewer lashed
To the last dying tidbit-standard of peasant-plucked wealth
Past.
The hold em’ and kill em’
And,
I’ve-come-back-to-haunt-you -
Baby Papa Doc imitators.
Finished...
That’s it.
Don’t fall asleep again.
