All these poems about tits
and getting laid while
Paul Simon sings
about oppression and justice.
Outrage
and your personal crusade
are going to get us killed.
Maybe in the next week
maybe in the next year
maybe when the next guy takes office.
So try to spend some time
between the sheets
before the sea level rises
above the duvet
and the kids’ college fund.
You can take up arms
or take up drinking,
but in the end these rich guys
will have nicer caskets
than all of us.
