get all the rows in a line
like the mirror at a Van Halen concert
trade beers for a sign
from god or a sombrero

take a long nap in questioning
society all but my own
destination, a burrito full
of angst swallow myself

take the next girl who smiles
at me for a long ride
on my magic carpet
the next dude for a few beers

the next *** for a meal
the next jew for a Christening
the next Christ to see Allah
the next hobgoblin for Xmas dinner

see true the next patriot
coming back from the war has
been through hell, was just a tool
to build a monopoly

the ******* the corner probably
had it rough as a kid,
and just give her twenty
with nothing asked of her

but then heaven is not here
so what is this, Hell?