'Too Many Poets'

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In the steel blue silence of the Alamo
Ten dead Presidents are lined up in a row
Twenty lips are moving, none can make a sound
Hills of corpses rot near sniffing, baying hounds

While the peasants, clerks and slaves
Sing sad hymns and dig their graves.

Both the Senators and Congressmen raise funds
Serving lobbyists hot human meat on buns
When the Cabinet is full of bones and cash
Judges bang their gavels, every skull is smashed

While the peasants, clerks and slaves
Sing sad hymns and dig their graves.

Clouds of mushrooms bloom in fields of dank gangrene
Heads and hands and feet are mulched in loud machines
Party leaders drop balloons and toot their horns
Miss America receives her crown of thorns.

While the peasants, clerks and slaves
Sing sad hymns and dig their graves.

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