Brass knuckles, letteropeners for every hand.
A year's supply of toothpicks, one per mouth per month.
A grand tomorrow is designed
and, then, restyled.
We can complain about nothing -
so! so address the open air,
soliloquize over water vapor.
Draft solemnities of calculated censure,
or praise
some clandestine, aberrant joy,
convenience of indoor plumbing,
rejoice over a drug contained pain,
a surfeit of group meetings,
be pleased not having to explain.
Approve the minutes, approve each face,
concur with fickleness,
with any ordering, any faith.
Leave the reading of tea leaves to others.
Let ticks fend for themselves,
a garter snake wiggling off a road,
a squashed toad.
Oh, such excesses, liberties,
the happiest of all
do strut
leaving behind a paper littered empty street,
each, once,
wired for self-control.
