If it were more difficult to cultivate
Perhaps no one would elect to succumb
The bottle of wine & full blown moon
On a honey sweet late spring eve
Would be all that is known
Greed is insidious in longing
Lust is a miscarriage of longing
Pride & fear go along, arm-in-arm
Toward belonging
Tramping through the USA
One may find many a goodly thing
To spend your dime
To waste your time
And hang your bloated tongue
As a Proprietor's shingle
In proitious times of repose & recline
At the bottom of a sewage ditch
While your sleeping like a baby
That there'd come along one
Who'd hamstring the system
To hand it over
As you would a ham sandwich
To the bully of the playground
(Who in reality is a Halloween facist)
Though politically correct in the daylight
And 24/7 on cable news networks
Remains unsettling, to say the least
Corruption has come to orchestrate
Definition and decorum of intellectual freedom
If you'd like to think you could effect the change
Best pull up your plutonium panties
& put on a kettle of Zarnig tea
Love flies out the window
When too many brainwaves enter the room
Love is only for animals
Without political agendas
If you'd like a car, a job, a house, ad nauseam...
Put your mind to work
In the direction of man made devices
For anything else...
Fasten your seatbelts
'Please, hold on.'
(As the voice on the MUNI line)
It's bound to be
A bumpy ride.
PMPope pmpope@gmail.com 2012
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