The Western Lands make room for drums and bones.
While Chinese merchants abacus their gain,
Our musty Congress sits and drones and drones-
Let's say Columbus better try again.
The Virgin Mary treads upon The Snake,
But still the greedy banker's feet are cleft.
Do soccer moms rush home to scrub and bake?
Those hearts pump ash, there is no fire left.
Enslaved by protein shakes and C. K. joys,
Technique remains our nation's only end.
The painful beauty of the circuit boys
Is proof that tyranny is on the mend.
Alone and tired, he rides the midnight train,
To read at home, then listens to the rain.