Ron Paul is urging me to kill
rage of the alcoholic drink purveyor
Rand Paul is lusting after
the loose change we wring from the desiccated jeans
the philosophies of doctors bring pain
they are peace mongers amongst the curdled warriors
prophet-kings that finger the corpse of Christ
and the thirsty Yucatán beachcombers dig for pterodactyl bones
waving their trophies above sunburned bald pates
planning for a seasoned slice
a frozen chocolate dipped banana
and frothy beers drawn by bi-curious bartender
who keeps silent as the surrounding volume escalates