by Jack Essenberg
I thought I was a teenaged Fancy Boy wearing duke’s clothing
But I’m just a junk stash from Texa$ Wearing a ten-cent suit
Smoking out of that trash can love
We’re command center titans
Goddamnit
I don’t have time
For this
For waiting in line
Be comfortable
Make me poetry out of those ol’ marionettes
I got you last June
Let’s kill the President
It’ll be sexy