Sonnet
by scott from jail

There's something in the price of gas these days
That smells of revolution and of war
As if the highway's evolution-haze
Is built with ill-considered glints of more.
Beside our Costco, turning to the right,
Are homes now slightly stagnant with our mess -
Consumerism in material flight
Still hungry for a better looking dress.
So all in all, a lazy looking lie
To preach obesity and nonchalance
While debt by trillions all our future's fry
With happy, smiling, total ignorance.
   And so we wonder, ever looking back,
   Why did we set the fuse and light Iraq?


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Copyright © 2011 - scott from jail
Published: 8/25/11   ·  Author's Page   ·  Next Poem