(inspired by the WTC disaster)
yes, us people are poems 90% metaphor with a leanness of approaching and once upon a we were rushing down the throat of a yes, down the long hallway despite what the p.a. announcement yes, rushing the long stairs the whiskey of eternity fermented and to eighteen down our throats down the down the in a so tall that it always be there yes, it's of a pair there on the bow of ark the most prestigious kickin back parked against a blue sky on a beatific in its summer breeze on the day that to its knees after strutting 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 that day we all boarded plane for to fly and then the fires were raging we all climbed up on the and then we all held and jumped the sky
and every looked up when it heard the first blast and then every dumb action was summarily surpassed and the exodus uptown by foot and looked more like war anything I've seen so far so far so far so fierce and a poetic specter so far that every jackass was struck dumb and stumbling over 'oh my and 'this is unbelievable' and on and on and I'll tell you what, we're at it you can keep the the propaganda keep and every TV been trying to convince me to in some prep school punk's plan to retribution perpetuate even as the blue smoke of our lesson in retribution is hanging in the air and there's ash on our and there's ash in our and there's a fine silt on mantle from hell's kitchen to and the streets are full of sudden twists and near and soon open bar is crammed to the rafters with tales of averted disasters and the is flowin never 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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a toast to the folks living on the pine ridge reservation under the cold gaze of mt. Rushmore
here's a toast to all nurses and doctors who daily provide with a choice who stand down a threat the size of Oklahoma to listen to a young woman's voice
here's a to all the folks on death row right now the executioner's guillotine who are shackled there with and can only escape into their heads to find peace in the form of a
'cause take our playstations and we are a third world under the thumb of some blue blood son who stole the oval and that phony election I it take a weatherman to look around and see the Jeb he'd deliver Florida, folks and boy did he
and we hold these 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 heeding I've got no room for a lie so I'm looking out over my whole human and I'm raising my glass in a
to our last drink of fossil fuels let us vow to get off of sauce shoo away the swarms of commuter and find train ticket we lost 'cause once upon a time the followed the river and peeked all the backyards and the laundry was the graffiti was us brick walls and bridges we were over ridges valleys under I dream of like Duke Ellington in my own car I dream of waiting on the blonde wooden benches in a grand station aglow with and then out on the platform and the air on my face
give back the night its distant the darkness back its soul give the big oil the finger finally and relearn how to yes, the lessons are all us and a change is waiting 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 someone desert put it in its pants and quit the hypocritical of freedom
'cause when one phone rang in two and one at ten after on one one which is the we all called when that lone phone right off the wall right off our and down the long hall the long stairs in a so tall that the world turned to watch it fall
and we're at it remember the first time the the Ryder the garage? the that didn't even feel the pea? remember joking in our apartment on avenue D?
can you imagine how many coffee cups would have to change their design following a fantastical 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 over case that the plot was and in everybody's face and scoping that the CIA or is it countless crimes against humanity with this of eventuality as its for abuse expensive abuse and it didn't have a 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 more than in asshole's passion play so now your job and my job to it that way to make sure they die in vain sshhhhhh.... listen hear the