Trump in a bunker—
thoughts turning
thoughts turning
to the Second Coming:
that baby’s a stinker.
AFL-CIO headquarters burning.
that baby’s a stinker.
AFL-CIO headquarters burning.
I’m not learning
very much, as I hunker
down in my notebook here, watching
very much, as I hunker
down in my notebook here, watching
the bobbins pirning,
as old chili-cooking
dudes are bound to do—intestines turning:
as old chili-cooking
dudes are bound to do—intestines turning:
Can’t stop
what’s coming.
It’s just all-out war.
Well, I guess the White House isn’t burning.
It’s just all-out war.
Well, I guess the White House isn’t burning.
Or is it?—It’s hard to be
certain.
I just remember,
a tanker truck drove through a crowd yesterday, setting
my mind burning.
I just remember,
a tanker truck drove through a crowd yesterday, setting
my mind burning.
