god damn, so much inflation!
behind the dumpster of a closed gas station
i can't even afford myself a date.
down warm red wine and masturbate.

fly through the philly factory smoke
the am radio says country's broke.
in middle east they're killing jews
but not enough to call it news

the clouds are wet, the puddles warm
poor blacks are drowning in a storm
while rich white golfers hesitate:
to kill or not kill those full of hate?

each cemetery i drive past
is silent, so i hit the gas
fly through the philly factory smoke
and smile with ease at a forgotten joke