Staggerlee

I always wonder,

What they think the **** are doing;

While they-

The red and alabaster pragmatics,

Are containing Columbia,

And defining and redefining a realigning a new middle-east.

Nobly restraining themselves, meanwhile-

From blowing up this Earth.

Though carrying that queer girl to the safety I imagine; of Their unmarked cars

Is their truth.

I always wonder,

What they think the **** are doing,

While they make decisions on us

And play toss with teargas.

Because it seems I am so concerned where the doings of **** is mentioned-

I’ve come to think I deserve to ignore this burning world for Just six hours.

And ride my bike:

While black.