Dominionist,
Pusher of particulate matter
Who’s a shadow in the smooth
Bore of a gun barrel pointed at the sky,
Thanks for granting me clemency
With that mighty gavel.
Thanks also for putting the puzzled
Look on the devoted
Whose rags are washed when
They wander through your
Breadline as crows circle
And the avalanche inches closer.
Resurrected, loitering in Sin City,
Riding in a chrome Cadillac with a doozy
Of a reinforced firewall, thanks again
For the whiff of smoke from your tail.
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