to w

[aptsvet]

dear sir the potent potus of this land
your jealous god is thunderous and windy
whom when you pester for your daily bread
pray some that we could also have our weekly

think of us when you suck your daily thumb
in your oval playground blind to all omens
once the amazing city of new orleans
now we are dust behold us and be dumb

let freedom ring by babylon’s rivers maybe
but somewhere in your realm a screw is loose
all water gone we’re down to our last babies
since they seem to be of no further use