Poem - Near Perfection
As I prowl around the early morning hubpages I see scraps of raw poems here and there and inevitably must eat them....
Near Perfection - a hub environs poem
I awoke this morning near Perfection
i.e. beside a town called Perfection
I had been out drinking and womanizing
and ended up in a camper with some Amazonians
No not the big, deep breath, 6'6" chicks
anyway two late 40's merchandisers, brunettes.
traveling the country for Amazon
mall marauders, I stopped to flirt and ended up here,
dumped on the side of the road near Perfection
imagine nothing to do with the dishes, laundry duty
taking out the dog, holidays or MONEY
they were Republicans from the West coast,
I'm still in shock
like a foretelling of doom on the Gulf of Marxico
hungry hurricane refugees roam
searching for sterile crocodiles eggs
the uniformed American police state
emergency lit with foreign oil
bulging at the seams with rolls and rolls of authority fat
Never mind, we're all blow ins...
do not take your country too seriously, you just live here...
in a few decades America might be;-
free again *
thin again *
financially viable again *
*pick any two