(inspired by the WTC disaster)
yes, us are just poems 90% metaphor with a of meaning approaching and once upon a we were down the throat of a giraffe yes, down the long hallway what the p.a. announcement says yes, down the long stairs with the whiskey of fermented and to minutes down our throats down the the stairs in a so tall it will always be there yes, part of a pair there on the bow of ark the most prestigious just back parked a perfectly blue sky on a morning in its Indian summer on the day that fell to its after around for a century without saying you or
and the shock was and the was deafening between the setup and the line 'cause we were all on time for work day we all boarded plane for to fly and then while the fires raging we all climbed up on the and we all held hands and jumped the sky
and borough looked up when it heard the first blast and then every dumb action movie was surpassed and the exodus by foot and motorcar looked more like war than I've seen so far so far so far so fierce and a poetic so far gone that every jackass newscaster was struck and stumbling over 'oh my god' and 'this is and on and on and I'll tell you what, while at it you can the pentagon the propaganda keep each and TV been trying to convince me to in prep school punk's plan to perpetuate retribution perpetuate even as the blue toxic of our lesson in retribution is still in the air and ash on our shoes and there's ash in our and there's a fine silt on mantle from kitchen to Brooklyn and the streets are full of sudden twists and near and soon every open bar is crammed to the tales of narrowly averted disasters and the whiskey is like before as all the country folks just their heads and
so here's a toast to all the folks who in Palestine
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here's a toast to the folks living on the ridge reservation under the cold gaze of mt. Rushmore
here's a toast to all those and doctors who daily women with a choice who stand a threat the size of Oklahoma City just to to a young woman's voice
here's a toast to all the folks on row right now awaiting the guillotine who are shackled there with dread and can only escape their heads to find in the form of a dream
take away our playstations and we are a world nation under the thumb of some blue blood son who stole the oval office and that phony I it don't take a to look and see the weather Jeb said deliver Florida, folks and boy did he
and we these truths to be self evident: #1 George W. Bush is not #2 America is not a true #3 the media is not me 'cause I am a poem hyper-distillation got no room for a lie so verbose I'm out over my whole human family and I'm raising my glass in a
here's to our last drink of fuels let us vow to get off of this shoo away the swarms of planes and that train ticket we lost once upon a time the line followed the river and peeked all the backyards and the was waving the graffiti was us from brick and bridges we were over ridges valleys under I dream of like Duke Ellington in my own car I of waiting on the tall blonde wooden benches in a grand station with grace and standing out on the platform and feeling the air on my
give back the its distant whistle give the darkness back its the big oil companies the finger finally and how to rock-n-roll yes, the lessons are all around us and a change is there so it's time to pick through the rubble, the streets and the air get our government to pull its big out of the sand of else's desert put it in its pants and the hypocritical chants of freedom
when one lone phone rang in two and one at ten nine on one one which is the number we all when that lone phone right off the wall off our desk and down the long hall down the stairs in a building so the whole world turned just to it fall
and we're at it remember the first time the the Ryder the garage? the princess that didn't even feel the joking around in our apartment on avenue D?
can you imagine how many paper coffee cups would have to change design following a reversal of the New York skyline?!
it was a joke, of it was a at the and that was just a few ago so let the show that the FBI was all over case the plot was obvious and in everybody's face and scoping scene the CIA or is it countless crimes against humanity with this of eventuality as its for abuse expensive abuse and it have a clue look, another window to see way up on the 104th key another 10% 90% 3000 some disguised as people on an too perfect day must be than poems in asshole's passion play so now your job and my job to make it way to make they didn't die in vain sshhhhhh.... baby hear the