Peanut Butter Alcoholic
Peanut Butter Alcoholic
A grain of salt,
a deduction in capital,
strewn on the plains
like
the
skulls
of
Arapajo, grizzly bear,
Jews, Japs,
and rocking chairs
Dank wells of chemicals
woods full of timber
prisons of immigrants
who slept with your sisters
And who really minds?
if we all are saving!
Why quibble and queef?
about indigents slaving
in structures collapsing
that were not struck by planes
Just dock those ships
full of embroidered, posh, names
Send me a snapchat
fill up your tank
gun to an empty skull
drawing a blank
Second Amendment
first chance to strike!
Go ahead take my guns,
I’ll go fly a kite
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