at least it's free

tonight's dinner
is a winner
"sliced turkey"
"rice"
"garlic bread"
""ribs""
the food is getting pretty bad
i think they grow it in a plastic bag

a little girl ran away from the microwave laughing
hysterically, clutching a styrofoam bowl. curious, i peered in. easter candy. easter candy?
peeps aren't for microwaving! and the act of it is not
humorous. my, these kids are bored.
and definitely not eating the food
now they let them go across the street to sit
in the field. on sunny days. but
the ra's lock them up first, in the fence.
it's true, they would probably run away,
like dogs.
if this day job were really just a day job to all the people who work here, they would probably be people, or at least "people," or at least they might look like people or "people."

but it's a day job and a night job and life in a
anti-drug
treats back pain, allergies, chronic headaches,
menstrual cramps, irritability, ambiguous sneezing, fits of confusion,
acid rain, inferiority complex, sore throat, itchy butt,
horny cat, lost gerbil, orphanism, starvation,
guilt, war, accidental yawning, sexual ambiguity,
writer's block, block parties, yard sales,
wooden crosses, hope, curly hair, pregnancy,
violet organisms and violent orgasms
tangled shoe strings and microphone strings and cables

home is only their hobby
and their only hobby. oh, and GOP campaigning. my friend's a gov-uh-nuh, didn't you know?