Wide arms on a stimulating package
From where comes the money?
To where does it go?
And will the road it drives on finally be fixed?
---
There once was a home in Pakistan
That was hit by a bomb (not the plan)
Nine innocents died
And the pilot, he sighed
'Cause he heard about Britney's new tan
---
Dark eyes gaze at the jar of peanut butter
The last bite was safe, do I dare another?
Were I to die, who would tell my poor mother
to sue that fuck Planters, and get lawsuit butter?
---
The state? of the union
Words trickle down me like a
cat
on
a
bed
sleeping
serenely
I stare at the light peeking through my window, haranguing my thoughts and distracting my date with Obama.
"Wait," it says,
"Cars were invented in Germany, not America."
Impeach-
the-
asshole.
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