sunday morning, and bellies distended are haunting me,
haunting me since the last t.v. show ended.
i’m amazed that your stock ticker-tape could take precedence.

you read the paper every morning, but you flip past the news
to get to the only part of it you actually use.

my hate is 100º in the shade when i’m riding in your escalade.

if you had a billion dollars,
i think i know what you would do.
you’d continue to cater to your egocentric worldview.

my hate is 100º in the shade when i’m riding in your escalade.

your son is in karate lessons, is there violence on your mind?
let me search your conscience, let’s see what we can find.