the end of an earlier poem a good beginning
deja vu all over again each day
no new news from mogadishu or bombay
on high definition digital array
america armed to the teeth
dare not let its children out to play
it's august eve and i will ask for help
all over again & in an odd way every day
voice from lake wononskopomonk has its say
calling all horns and drummers to come this way
until everyone comes out to play
"financials" all on paper no real production
profiting on profit a great seduction
derivatives derived from penumbral emanations
conduct most unbecoming to great nations
drowning not waving hey! hey! hey!
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