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Solitary Missions

The people have spoken
The turd has been flushed
Only a small trace lingers
You could count the important
Messages here
On Mickey Mouse’s fingers
We say what we want
We want what we say
And every last Joe must listen
Last count, I’d say
There are far, far too many
Solitary missions

Don’t I know you
From Acapulco?
Didn’t you see me in training?
Couples like us
Were always doomed
And the sky was always raining
We raced on a beach
And drank from a husk
Our hair in the wet waves glistened 
The turtles then screamed,
“We’ve got you fooled;
You’re on solitary missions”

The world’s on fire --
No wait, that’s the stove
In some Russian apartment
Ever since the Red Army came,
We been shoved into compartments
Some took this
And some took that
And the rest was left for the wishing
So I donned a brown uniform 
And gold-starred hat
For one more solitary mission

Now the blankets of the young
Are all dried and hung
Too bad they ain’t never been slept in
All hungry for bread
And left for dead
In starvation and depression
That kind of romance
Can be plagiarised 
Which I've done, by my own admission
Just don’t you dare look
In the baby’s eyes
On your solitary mission

The preacher man 
Married a Republican
Yet their babes were all Progressives
Who attacked and killed them
In rage one night
On their road to being elected
It all comes out
In the wash, they say
Crime knows no abolition
Still, history will sing
So sweet and so pure
Of their solitary missions

So the shows are closed
The city’s been razed
But you wouldn’t know from the traffic
They often wake up
In a post-coital haze
With headaches that are terrific
But this is our evening
And this is our midnight
And this is our red velvet curtain
Those work zones and orange construction cones?
They’re the emblems of solitary missions

Copyright © Keith Dovoric | Year Posted 2021

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