The biggest rogue stands up and grabs
                    and out of fear of losing the spoils
                       the coalition joins in
                  The poor gopher   his back must be broken
                    spends all afternoon trying to dig a hole
                        with his front paws   to escape into the ground
                  Should he be killed with a shovel?  or let nature
                      'take its course'  By morning it's disappeared
                            underground
                  Am I 'in touch' re contemporary life
                  Should I even Think of the myth of a place
                                'conducive to creativity'
                                     And still sing 'Don't give up'
                  The sun starts to lighten
                  the slightly overcast Pacific sky
                     Home    is the center
                         of all the routes & paths & detours
                     take your time
                         you'll get there
                  'Could you please leave Arafat alone for a while
                      as you are distracting 'our' plans for war
                         and we don't want anyone to have to hold
                  
                  two thoughts in their head
                       at one time.'
                            We need an immediate regime change here
                                        can we wait?
                                                  Rise up  and start Saving!
                      Oh hateful yucky Mr. Bush & his Cabinet
                  of Horrors    Oh Queen Victoria
                                come back and teach them
                                       the language of diplomacy
                                            to improve this painful world
                                                    or at least
                                               how to subjugate
                              with benevolence
                       And spare us the images
                            of the strutting, posturing, smirking
                               'commander in chief'
                                    going for broke and then hopefully
                                         Going Broke
                  Snorting in the little grove of plum
                  the young buck is waiting   for the doe
                              It's not lose-lose    for him
                                       He doesn't     
                  Have to Win
                  
                   
                  
                  October 6, 2002