Do you own a piece of the world
and make of what you hope your will
will become after you stop working
this super-magic paper government
umbrella that was conflated with
Individual God-Freedom-Control
thin blue lines and other colors
defend your mouse to the last
because of course it was nicer
fifty years ago, when history hadn't
ended and restarted, and the music
you listened to hadn't changed to
become the trash that you suffer
but you don't have to suffer
as long as the revenue service
fails to audit you, I mean,
make sure you vote for the right
to own a piece of the United
Nightmare fund: sweat and debt
and the tortured lonely end of
life; no one more creative than you
could imagine a more perfect world
so sit in your leather chair, cock your pistol
and shoot another cow.
Roman Ryan 