look here
the one who signs the papers into law
has a familiar name, and is easy to mock.
the ones who write the laws, you’ve never seen,
rubbing their hands as each joke hits the mark.
the one who signs the papers into law
has a familiar name, and is easy to mock.
the ones who write the laws, you’ve never seen,
rubbing their hands as each joke hits the mark.
the steam that I would
blow with snark, i’m saving up
for love poems to you
winter deepens. it’s
true: my favorite song was written
to sell records.
resentment is the bane of our age. look around:
if anyone seems an inch taller
or shorter than you, beware. encountering blame,
i bend to meet the truth.
the best horse runs at
the shadow of the whip. mid-
autumn: ouch. ouch. ouch.