I know right? It's like I was all
unable to disagree with either
& my strongest opinion was relief
They took turns so I could keep
swerving & not crack in half
But then I was like what have we here
& not also there comprising the surface
conditions of a liquid planet
I won't miss the launchers
if we don't launch the missiles
Someone's always moving out of
or getting sent back to the stone age
It's all good some of the time
& good riddance the rest
There's a President Lincoln inside
each of us - strung out or distracted
from the state of the union
broadcast over everything not nailed down
Who owns the air Who owns the streets
Who owns everything under the sheets
They say I've got the worst habits
of Corporate America They say I'm a fraud
They say you can get anything you want
at Ball Sacks Fifth Avenue but who owns
them? I'm not wild about the protests
the asthma inhalers for a severed head
I neither agree nor disagree with the
wind up bug the busted skateboard
the rhinestone flag pin only that I'm
considered at my best My finest glower
when I consent to crush wonder &
hook them to my buckled face