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.
jam24
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