Already Bought the Farm

twenty five thousand pages all the wishes paid

Woodstock preservation and pickle research

states' states 

all the borrowed ideas didn't imagine

floods and hurricanes taking souls and hope

my tears listen

hopeless hopeful 

plead for patches 

power's a false icon

in a windblown trust

equal and fair, pasted in living promise

hiding benevolence behind red ribbon glued tight

children and lawyers 

stand alone together

without lunch box, phone or home.