(inspired by the WTC disaster)
yes, us people are poems we're 90% with a leanness of approaching and once upon a we were rushing down the throat of a yes, rushing the long hallway what the p.a. announcement says yes, rushing down the long with the whiskey of fermented and to eighteen burning down our the hall down the in a so tall it will always be there yes, part of a pair there on the bow of ark the most couple kickin back parked against a blue sky on a beatific in its Indian breeze on the day that fell to its after strutting for a century without thank you or
and the shock was and the smoke was between the and the punch 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 up on the windowsill and we all held hands and into the sky
and every borough looked up it heard the first blast and then dumb action movie was summarily surpassed and the exodus by foot and motorcar more like war than anything I've seen so far so far so far so and ingenious a poetic specter so far every jackass newscaster was struck dumb and stumbling over 'oh my god' and is unbelievable' and on and on and tell you what, while we're at it you can keep the the propaganda keep each and TV that's trying to convince me to in prep school punk's plan to perpetuate retribution perpetuate even as the blue toxic smoke of our in retribution is hanging in the air and ash on our shoes and there's ash in our and there's a fine silt on every from hell's kitchen to and the streets are of stories sudden and near misses and soon every open bar is crammed to the with of narrowly averted disasters and the whiskey is like before as all over the folks shake their heads and
so here's a to all the folks who live in Palestine
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here's a toast to the folks living on the pine ridge under the stone gaze of mt. Rushmore
a toast to all those nurses and doctors who daily provide with a choice who down a threat the size of Oklahoma City just to to a young woman's voice
here's a toast to all the folks on death row now the executioner's guillotine who are shackled there with dread and can only into their heads to find peace in the of a dream
'cause away our playstations and we are a third world under the of some blue blood royal son who the oval office and that phony election I it don't a weatherman to around 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 is not fooling me 'cause I am a poem heeding got no room for a lie so verbose I'm looking out over my whole family and I'm raising my glass in a
here's to our drink of fossil fuels let us vow to get off of sauce away the swarms of commuter planes and that train ticket we lost 'cause once upon a time the line the river and peeked into all the 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 aglow with grace and then standing out on the and the air on my face
give the night its distant whistle the darkness back its soul give the big oil companies the finger and relearn how to yes, the are all around us and a change is waiting there so it's time to through the rubble, clean the streets and the air get our to pull its big dick out of the sand of someone else's put it back in its and quit the chants of freedom
when one lone phone rang in two and one at ten after on one one which is the we all called when that lone phone rang off the wall right off our desk and down the hall down the stairs in a building so that the whole turned to watch it fall
and we're at it the first time around? the the Ryder the parking the princess that even feel the pea? remember joking around in our apartment on D?
can you imagine how many paper coffee cups would to change their 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 that case that the was obvious and in everybody's face and scoping that the CIA or is it committing countless crimes humanity with this kind of as its for abuse after abuse and it didn't have a look, another to see through way up on the 104th key another 10% 90% 3000 some poems disguised as on an almost too day must be more than in some asshole's passion so now your job and my job to it that way to sure they didn't die in vain sshhhhhh.... listen hear the