Two hobos on a bench
Sleeping duck on the pier
Trash cans litter the horizon
This park was made for business
Owners and owers
The threat of hockey
Passing on the right
Percolating the portals
The era of the superhero
Rapidly coming to a close
Thank you Iowa
For your highways
Smooth as glass
Smooth smooth graveled ass
We could have something together
If I can manage to avoid
Your devil dog road signs
Forgotten neck pillows
Spilled hot chocolate
What were all the words
Trying to say
Did they remember to clock in?
Is the investment worth the return?
We dangle over bulldozers
Look down upon our noses
Each concrete step
Evolves a new muscle
Working
To elevate the day’s work.
The days sacrifice
The day’s rhubarb pie a la mode.
The only other people
In the room are laughing
Not at me
But it feels like it.
Schwervon! 