Twenties

[alexanderscttb]

Ms. Columbia spins
her webby narrative
like a corrupted Athenian
      princess,
Her cotton strands
      of luxuriant fashion;
Her glossy advert
      paper folds
are perfume smelling.
Her bottom is round
      looking perfect
from every angle,
Ever only looked at
      through this Capital
            lens
Disseminated like a
      perverse fractal
Rocks the pen
      that strips,
Dictating how the
      mosses
      pile up.
Corroded copper idol;
      can't I eat you,
Overthrow your Andrew
      Jackson grease
And erect a Harriet
      Tubman?