Milo

Like a psychiatrist through a ward full of nuts

Like a victim through a prison full of thieves

What a welcome sight a leper must have been…

He’s back, again

He’s the guy coming up with catchy jingles

“Just wait till we get our Hanes on you”

But they ain’t goin’ ‘round no mulberry bush

It’s just the prickly pear now, boy

Dreams of dry-mouth days and no-sleep nights

Are on my mind again

As I think of our latest sin

Abandoned homes for places like Haiti

That we care naught about

Except for the one-week earthquakes

Just pick a map, throw a dart

And never aim too close

Before you start

Pick a country, let us go

Don’t aim too close, boy

We already know

He’s here to remind you of your freedom

To exercise your right to assert yours over

Someone else’s

It’s your god-given Right to scale that pyramid

To tell your blood, sweat, and tears biography

Of picking cotton

over hemp

Of picking someone else’s blood, sweat, and tears

Because you know damn well if you don’t

someone else will

someone else always does