SAWDUST

Politcal, slice of life

                                                                                    SAWDUST

Ain't makin' it to harvest.

Never grow back my left arm.

Did three tours in Afghanistan.

Most'a lifetime on Grandad's farm.

Elon Musk and Donald J.Trump.

With chainsaw, Sharpie and a wink.

Shook us outta our family's American Dream.

With nary a thought did they think.

Covered my heart to the song since 1st grade, wrestled with late bills, covered my a*s.

In a land of rank stupidity, all - has - marched - on - passed.

Last weekend rolled through Elm and 2nd Street.

With a rented taxi and my turquoise steering knob.

Flung a Purple Heart into the bruisin' Missouri.

Just cruisin' dazed n caged in this 2nd job.

Most folk's flags still flying upright.

As I eased on down the lane.

"Most" is the standout word here.

MOTHER FUCKERS responsible for the pain.

Hand over heart for the song since 1st grade. Raised on hand me downs, but never handouts.

Now, Proud Boys prance stark in High Noon light!  Lest ya ever had any doubt. 

Tyler's Gently Worn Threads & Novels. 

Juanita Hakeem's Bridal Stop.

Whole town ground down ta sawdust.

Even the plywood factory is boarded up!

Lonely Teardrops from Jackie Wilson sifts.

Through our library mourning banished books.

Tyler hits the Fire Road with Springsteen.

In a stolen car aimin' to outrun these crooks.

Till a new day comes.

Till a new day comes.

Till a new day comes.

Till a new day comes.

Till a new day comes.

Till a new..............

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