The Gravy Train

Jun 10, 2004 01:44

Contract signed...
The contract of joblessness...

Injunction signed...
Until further notice, we have jobs.

Further notice is September...
September the job is an ember.
That is, until December.

Move to Lafayette
when I can afford
the car note
and all in accord.

Since when was poetry happy?
Flappity Flappity, pity.

So losing a job,
though not losing a job...
having a job,
but soon not having a job...
where is happiness?

Freedom?
Hell no! Freedom is having nothing.

We are never free.

We have to eat, right?
Food is not free.
Water is not free.
Shelter is not free.
Clothing is not free.
Companionship is not free.
Working is not free!

We all have our part here.
I like having a part in helping people.
Helping people helps me.

If IPSO takes over NIPD,
I'm getting the hell out of Noose Iberia
Home of the backstabbing, careless, incompetent mayor...
The mayor elected by the most part by her cat...
The silent meowjority.

Mayr... Mayr... Mayr...
Here kitty kitty...
Ma... (silence)

The city shall be overrun by drug dealers
and thieves of all kinds as soon as the
City Police are gone.

Drugs and gangs shall rule the streets
and ex-police are robbing the banks.

Crime and death rates go up
So will the city's belly.
The population will go down
and the mayor will then skip town.

Well, I need to go to bed,
Odd poetry spilling out of my head.

No need to sound
like cat in the hat...
the Gravy Train is coming through
Choo Chooo!

Next stop! September!
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