(inspired by the WTC disaster)
yes, us are just poems we're 90% a leanness of meaning approaching and upon a time we were rushing down the of a giraffe yes, rushing down the long what the p.a. announcement says yes, rushing the long stairs with the of eternity and distilled to eighteen burning down our the hall down the in a building so it will always be there yes, it's of a pair on the bow of Noah's ark the most couple just kickin back against a perfectly sky on a beatific in its summer breeze on the day America fell to its after strutting around for a without saying you or
and the shock was and the was deafening between the and the punch line 'cause we were all on for work that day we all boarded plane for to fly and then while the were raging we all climbed up on the and we all held hands and jumped the sky
and every borough up when it heard the first blast and then every dumb action movie was surpassed and the uptown by foot and motorcar looked like war than anything I've seen so far so far so far so and ingenious a poetic so far gone that every newscaster was struck dumb and stumbling over 'oh my god' and is unbelievable' and on and on and I'll you what, while we're at it you can keep the keep the keep and every TV that's been trying to me to in some school punk's plan to perpetuate retribution perpetuate even as the toxic smoke of our lesson in retribution is hanging in the air and there's ash on our and ash in our hair and there's a fine silt on mantle from kitchen to Brooklyn and the streets are of stories twists and near misses and soon every bar is crammed to the rafters with of narrowly averted disasters and the whiskey is like before as all the country just shake their heads and
so here's a toast to all the folks who in Palestine
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a toast to the folks living on the pine ridge reservation under the cold gaze of mt. Rushmore
here's a toast to all those nurses and who daily provide women with a who stand a threat the size of Oklahoma City just to to a young woman's voice
a toast to all the folks on death row right now awaiting the executioner's who are shackled there with dread and can only into their heads to find peace in the form of a
take away our playstations and we are a third nation under the thumb of some blood royal son who the oval office and that phony election I it don't a weatherman to look and see the weather Jeb he'd deliver Florida, folks and boy did he
and we hold truths to be self evident: #1 W. Bush is not president #2 is not a true democracy #3 the media is not me I am a poem heeding hyper-distillation I've got no room for a lie so I'm looking out over my whole family and I'm my glass in a toast
here's to our last drink of fuels let us vow to get off of sauce away the swarms of commuter planes and find train ticket we lost once upon a time the line followed the river and peeked into all the and the laundry was the graffiti was us brick walls and bridges we were rolling over through under I dream of like Duke Ellington in my own car I dream of waiting on the blonde wooden benches in a grand aglow with grace and then out on the platform and feeling the air on my
give back the its distant whistle give the back its soul the big oil companies the finger finally and relearn how to yes, the are all around us and a change is waiting there so it's time to pick through the rubble, clean the and the air get our government to pull its big dick out of the of someone else's put it in its pants and the hypocritical chants of forever
'cause when one phone rang in two and one at ten nine on one one which is the we all called when lone phone rang right off the wall right off our and down the long hall down the long in a so tall that the world turned just to watch it
and while at it the first time around? the the Ryder the garage? the princess that didn't even feel the remember joking around in our on avenue D?
can you imagine how many paper cups would have to change their design a fantastical reversal of the New York skyline?!
it was a joke, of it was a at the and was just a few years ago so let the show that the FBI was all that case the plot was obvious and in everybody's face and that scene the CIA or is it committing countless against humanity with this of eventuality as its for abuse expensive abuse and it didn't a clue look, another to see through way up on the 104th key another 10% 90% 3000 some poems as people on an almost too day must be more than in some passion play so now it's job and my job to make it way to make sure they didn't die in sshhhhhh.... listen hear the