Custers
They're three-deep at the counter
Of the outdoor store, these puffy
Men in cammo caps and matching
Jackets, lusting after murder guns.
A nigger's in the White House now,
And women running corporations,
Queers and Arabs everywhere.
It's clear that Armagedden's near.
To keep the rapists from their wives,
The gangsters from their sons and
Daughters, they will need these
Deadly tools. They know what they'll
Hide behind in their back yards when
They're attacked, and three-deep,
They assure each other that the flashes
From their barrels will be light enough
To keep at bay the coming dark.
poem by Lawrence Beck
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