The Grand Ole Something or Other

politics

Finger off the flares
That fall to river bottoms
Illuminating quasars
Manipulating the strings of dolls

Sniff the snow of mountain tops
While undoing the dresses
Of your thousand languid ladies

Gaze at the ghosts of young men
Laughing in the trees
Drinking barrels of wooden liquor
Beating heads in with bats

Learn locomotive lust
Anticipating prosperity
Ejaculating on the willing tongue
Of elites

Celebrate Halloween in basements
Below yellow, summer lawns
Serving all the last drops of poison
In fine Oriental glassware