Your Momma Eats

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Yes, and she is ravenous this a.m., that tallon clenching bird of prey.
Jolly is Roger.

War is Peace. Happiness is a Warm Gun.

(Easy enough to rhyme that with bin laden) 
But I won't.

The finely dressed and coiffed commentators,
Our non-elected representatives, chosen for
Their looks. Got to be...
Hair and Make-up- searching for metaphors
For The Bad. Thrusting...

And the craven, desperate, oily, fanatic, representatives of them,
Volunteers Against America-
Searching for metaphors for The Bad.
Thrusting, and thrusting again.

Thrusting at truth and a lie, 
This attempt to find ourselves by looking
Otherwards

On this well scrubbed September day
I hope you find youselves, each,
On the outside looking in.