| Hose Noser Poseur And Other Tales From Mourning Papers |
- Recalcitrant domination of my psyche
Reinforced as a daily ritual
On news of the latest outrage
Committed by our hose noser poseur
With cowboy attitude covering feigned imbecility
And contrived twang belying his source
As another blue blood hound from Connecticut
With elitist tendencies and fascist thought train
On the fast track to destruction
Has brought me to this pointlessness in time
The daily regurgitation of trust
And diminished return on love of country
Continues to pummel my brain storm
With hose noser poseur visions
In various states of tortured outcome
Beaten by Misses Sip and whipped to death
By renegade straws from Minnie’s soda
Screaming to all who can hear “where has Ore gone”
Filling me up at the overpriced pump of corporate greed
With unbounded glee and imagined tunes of joy
But truth be told for once
The concrete reality statue of honesty
Leaves little room for satisfaction guaranteed
As the hose noser poseur closes in on immortality
Tied too tightly to oblivious immorality
Resulting from death below and fire above
As the masses pray for relief workers
From the Lone Gunman Union
To take up reading the classics once more
By light of book depository windows
And Mother Mary spins in her grave
As screams arise from the twin sarcophagi
Of Monticello and Mount Vernon
While the hose noser poseur picks at nostril
Releasing boogers of the CO2 army
Armed with hydrocarbon particulars
Written in the ancient tongues of bad science
And fear mongering rose colored glass trepidation
While the second in command hunkered down in the crypt of power
Repudiates his own existence and involvement
