Sunny Day and Then It Rained
by John Kendall Hawkins
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Every day is a new hell of learning to be
satisfied with the ideals that we've been given
and taken for granted. Take, for instance, Liberty --
modelled after the artist in drag. What shivvin'
amongst inmates to get some of that -- and for free!
She's showing sure signs of high-off-the-hog livin' --
a Goodyear blimp singing, O the Humanity!
a morbidly old beast false-highing, "I'm in Heaven."
Democracy's like that, too, cologne eau de rue
morgue avenue, as the Bard tells us, walking dead,
gleefully voting lesser evils, scratching head,
and no longer caring if anything is true.
If we could do it over and I had my druthers,
I'd live in a bubble world without the others.
