NATIONAL MONUMENT
TO EVERYTHING
They like their smut, that's for
sure; untamed Negroid Goddess
already upon the cover of Vogue;
shellac'd paintings of the right and
the wrong, booksellers drifting
too far from home. Everyone wants
a million bucks.
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The boats lined up in the mountain
coves are sinking; the kitchen fire
has now spread to the den; the light
in the cupcake over is out. I can't go
anywhere alone since even Ted Nugent
took my gun.
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Girls anymore just drip lethal foam;
men watch the tube, just staying at
home. Cataract Falls has been tuned
back to a spout - they're trying to
save water to put the fire out.
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