Happy birthday, America. Don't watch too much Wonkavision.
Once upon a foodstamp
Twice upon a buck
Thrice upon an American Wonkavision casualty
Who used to be a duck
The city is a baby
plugged into the sun
affirmatively, maybe,
I drugged a loaded gun
across state lines illegally
in a silver-plated truck,
but at least I'm not an American Wonkavision casualty
who used to be a duck
I was never cool with chickens
it sickens me to think
of all the hens I used to love, and all
the mud we used to drink; I may be
sinking in the bubblegum,
stranded in the muck,
but at least I'm not an American Wonkavision casualty
who used to be a duck
I suck at being stupid!
I permeate the layers, I
perpetuate the prayers
of the birds under the stairs
with words of would-be wisdom;
I'm grinding my ears
against the artless
caterwauling of the system;
I was gone on arrival,
and I never even missed him,
the patriotic water fowl
with questionable luck,
my good friend the American Wonkavision casualty
who used to be a duck
7.3.26
