In the age of deceit,
I drop rubies to expertly hide
my petals of rose.

Nothing short of piety,
propriety, I delete
all of my porn.

To the shadow,
temptress, stoking
my reptilian ego

that feeds online
on my scorn, I leave
all of my doubts.

To my lovely wife,
indignant, rolling
her eyes to grow,

a soldier, if I ever saw one,
in defense of the organic,
my earthly abode.

To the woman in fur
that daintly guards
a ranch of asphalt,

I besiege unlimited
passage through gates,
borders, holes

and I pledge
no transport by ground
for a midnight stroll.

To my children,
much braver than I,
by my upbringing

I grant the optimist's future,
and possibly
a shitload of dough.

My body,
I was never all that attached to,
the mirror my longtime foe,

so do what you want,
feed it to fire, maggots, trees
or a carnivore.

My words I wish
some will find a use for.
But if not, I won't be sore.

To the country I still
remember as a vivid dream,
I humbly ask for hope,

an American Freedom
of the kind sold
in pulp or a TV show.


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