April 17, 2006


Pardon me,
Is my poverty showing
like a slutty slip
hanging out of a
too tight/too short skirt
or does it stink:
does it smell of a
dead woman in a
garbage can
tossed away like
last night's road kill?
A casualty of American hypocrisy?
I am sorry for the sad state of the union.
In God we trust/
we trust in our trust funds.
We trust in Darwin's theory
of "survival of the fittest"
we trust that "God helps those
who help themselves."
And we trust that we are not
committing a holocaust
against out less-advantaged
Pardon me.

Posted by Butterfly Emerging at April 17, 2006 03:21 AM


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