Ran to french
kiss the future. Breath was too bad.
Ran back to old lang syne. He smiled saying,
“It always looks darkest right before
it is.” Truth isn’t pretty
in hooker clothing, looks worse in
drag. I want to stand and scream, but I
around and hear them chant
“Go Green, Go Green”, the only ones
heard are the red teabaggers! No winning
this game, I can’t fight
alone anymore. I think I will lay
down with everyone else and wait
for the bus.