By Dusty Hope

Selling out selling out
to gods of war.
The ruinations we abhor.

The twiddle in the sticks
make a fire see it burn

the pourridge the pourridge
live and learn

god always gets his way
on congress’ pay day.

The dawn cracks
with a new sale
on Batman death masks

a machine gun villian
Kamakazee Kalamazoo

he rat he spat
he suck his thumb
and out his lights all blew.

Bully for the cartoons
of life and death
that break our hearts in two.