Junk Morals

JUNK MORALS by Space Cadet
Meet the Michigan smokestack weather,
We know you say,
O, I got big hands, see!
Shows me you’ve never had the real
good gumbo
Shows me you’ve been willing to steal Wayne County votes
Little fingers, watch the stove top fire, dear.
Sorry dearest mummy,
You never had to remember that one, did ya?


until the mindless hours of night,
flout cellos strain the tunes
shifty shadows.
stagger, under a coronet moon.


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