One more sip of water
One last ear of corn
at the Big Pharm
Earth's daughter
is refused
her prescription
to stop the rain
Just bought a rice cooker
From the Chairman Mao
collection: No laugh,
No seed, nothing
to do but sell
Baby strollers
not available
in stores
as I yearn for
a life that bores
The price of diapers
will cause a drop
in the population
sure as cold stone
You just wake up
to Al Roker
to keel over
from the rising heat
on his balance sheet
October games
Terror claims
one more day
with no more rain
Lightning whips
as the highway slips
with hailstones big
as baseballs
Urban nation city state,
we are only as good
as the world we make
They who live behind
their golden gates:
See the ethanol gas can men,
green with greed
as humanity
bends toward liberty
a bit too late
There's nothing
left to satiate,
or kill the pain
or stop the rain
as this dusty dry desert world
goes down the drain
I run out
into the Indian summer
to sell my belongings
just to stay sane
