Bone Marrow Rockets, a bright brocade of sound
and light scattered above the dusky gray clouds.
We are clowns in society cheerfully queer
gestures from yesteryears.
I smile as plastic has made me
molds of artificial membranes
I do not control my destiny.
Political sharks, government of rusty values
dart at the sentimental hearts that give a damn for a common man.
One cent used to pay for a cup of coffee.
Portraits burning in garbage cans
phone booths disappeared long ago
why can't we ship in murderers
to fight the wars for you?
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