Steely Americana
I come from Gary, IN. This is where the redwood smokestacks combine with the russet soil to create the heartland. Rusting John Deere tractors are set aside bloodied grass; we’re a bit behind on general upkeep, but we have an airport now. Steel is where it’s at; we have America covered – no need to look overseas, when there’s a goldmine of iron being dug up here. If it weren’t for us, the Sears Tower would be wooden. Morgan Freeman moved here under his on volition. We even birthed the Jackson 5 – can you beat that?
Psalm 23a
As I walk through the shadow of the valley of meth, West Philadelphia smells bad. Though I fear no evil, for you are with me, Allied Security guard; your bike and walkie-talkie protect me. A table has been prepared for me at Qdoba, in the presence of many frat boys; a cook anoints my tacos with much oil; my soda cup runneth over, but is denied a free refill.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment