Think of all the words,
You dont know,
Keep arguing the point,
Think of all the toes,
that you step on,
The line gets longer,
3 dollars moves deep into the heart,
of a burlesque economist stimulating,
Think of all the Politico philanderers,
misanthropic toadys stoking there flames,
and covering the rape cases with shawls ,
to keep them warm,
and picking the children like flowers,
for them to kiss with hot republican lips,
with ties that smell like funereal red roses.
Think of the pesticide,
in your daily newspaper,
the editiorial about,
fireworks was really thought provoking,
if you like burning buildings,
and tax dollars
smoldering in the sky like so many pro bono cases,
that never get to be appealed.
Think of your children that,
aint even here yet,
the divorce that hasnt even happened,
as the glug glug of your engine,
carbon dioxides you ,
all the long drive home.
Think of people in front of illuminated screens,
like so many trash collectors,
by the auguste glow of the landfill,
purple mountains majesty.