graffiti

From the halls of arms manufacturers to the corner store lottery ticket sellers
gullibility is a well respected quality in society;
gone beserky in the suburbs
Without it the Market would stumble , with nobody to suckle from the big treats of Dream City Mama.
Those who have learned from the mistakes of former Wizzes of Washington, and beyond,
in their advisory capacity,
take their bows, taking credit for selling the sizzle of civilization,
deserved or not.
They stand for a group shot with the marketing department hustlers; you can hear the bustle
and the photographer setting up.
Everybody's smiling.

Furtive four and four score years ago
the heavens opened,
Each and every born person hearing the thunder and trying to catch the beat in the rhythm of the brain.

The mouth begins by speaking graffitti that
cannot survive without an inner treaty.