walter paired the president with a *******
the patriotic biddy shed a few layers
roaming the streets with hack hand
fleeting flirtations with a smile
the surface aside
she hasn’t spoken with her mother in years
America powered her center
radiating from head to groin
love never caught a glimpse
before her allure wore thin
and her junk went south
the whites and red of her eyes
above her puffy blue lips
that go-getting ****
kept the stars and stripes
folded
as they should be

*****.
doesn't really matter.

Don’t get mad!
Get glad,
then go crazy

In between the hours
of each day
I open and close my mouth
to see
what it is
I’d really like to say

people think and feel one way
but breathe and do a difference
june july together
nineteen eighty never
wind
din
distract
sink
however
no such
thing
luck
wind
blow
whatever

My mother used to advise
get around
to get culture
even the worst place to be has an emergency exit
I'll go where I go
I'll never be where she's been.

I used to be used to being used.
Best be used to it
again