fiddling around - waiting to vote
jingle jingle pockets jingling in
anticipation - the muzzled bulldog
smells the sealed juicy t-bone steak
in kaiser's bulging camouflaged ice box
the landless masses just get buckshot pellets
corn husks, epileptic fits, and smug mugs
eternally underfed, matchbooks spent
"big time karma coming!" the mob skates along
we used to have labor unions lean as greyhounds
unafraid of mace in the face, not playthings
attentive carpenters, skilled urologists
green turf keepers, air traffic controllers
an unsavory wool covers the eyes of
underpaid rambling grant and sally may.
Proverbs 27:7
The full soul loatheth an honeycomb;
but to the hungry soul
every bitter thing is sweet.
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