watching every star spangle sadly
in the harsh flames of hunger
the settling of that sour smog
unveiled a pitiful puddle
of plastic purple
every engine sputters
over to the roadside
in celebration of national collapse
the maelstrom of eminent change
shredded up the market tarp
and rained on ruptured roofs
of banks and dwelling spots
but who can distinguish
diluted blood from dirty ink
when gushing down the gutter
they tried to sell that as gasoline
but it burned up all the quicker
when they poured it on the flag
and only made our mother sicker
you probably bought the gas
but never asked about the catch
