how I miss the cigarettes and scotch and sodas
the topless dancers sending money home to Brazil
where corrupt postal officials will open the envelopes
and take the money for themselves
and the ersatz masters of the earthly kingdoms
will act like the most vicious bullies of the schoolyard
and think themselves kings in a world where god turns away
whistling and weeping while sitting on his hands
and all responsibility and all liability is placed
on ignorant us while we ever fail and that entails
more punishment since the One is ever ready to punish
but never ready to lift a finger to save
how I miss my ignorance and all its joys
now that the judgment ever cries over what it destroys
Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
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