It Only Fills My Box Up More

Poem 24

It only fills my box up more,
The sun begins to shine.
I run around the ground beneath,
A moment caught in time.

As fairy tales of nation's pride
Leave furrows in the deep,
As plow shares turn the soil aside,
And on our debt does creep.

Do any wonder if the time
Has come to change the rules,
Of darts that aim with bad intent,
Thrown our way by fools.

Does it matter if you end up right,
When all results are wrong?
Matter if you fight the fight,
When speeches go so long?

Grandstand you say to much acclaim,
Five minutes in the sun;
Leave behind the middle class,
The poorest people done.

Let's pass new laws to give them more,
For surely they deserve,
The fruits of others' labor
Not the debts that they've incurred.

As distribution curries more
Incumbent lifetime jags,
While ruskies pass their bias on,
And bust the heads of fags.

But Tipper knew the art of court,
That after six you breathed,
The Gipper grasped the nation's heart,
And forced the bounds of peace.

Americana they had said,
The greatest times of all,
Prepared us not to face our greed,
Our nation has to fall.

But as the ashes clear we'll see,
The newly born of joy,
And then forever I will be,
Inside my box of toys.

10.10.13

Charles F Berman Jr