When almonds are in . . .
Chocolate takes a spin
or just a therapeutic exercise
Let's unite the country into "one great neighborhood"
& purge its commercial motives
How distance tinkers with our thoughts
We might even stop
talking with each other
One particular unbroken flow of verse
A sandbar left at bottom
She had nothing but trouble with the men
Of course they were
sick to death of poverty
The cocks won't fight
the appropriate forces
A milk moustache pressing on the lifeless button
In an upbeat team-oriented . . .
How do we think this shit and not puke?
exchange a few polite words
Be tempted with free vodka?
Alliances die from the pain of a crushed
Animal, crushed liberation
the good things of life utterly stupified
In a system of intimidation that reduces everybody
to a state of cretinism
A meaningless continuity
Helping to set up new "platforms"
White and motionless, prepared
And preceded by the lite
as the truth plucked apart
with a din
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily . . .
Row into sleep and feel no pain
Make this only for its duration
Do you think the money is buried within the snow
of a Tibetan ravine?
I can read the lines of your grave
Swing low Sweeney Todd