an op ed from a mouse hole

As allegories move towards some threating point
Where fact and magic clutch at your throat
Remember – you don’t get the dynamics of this joint
-        Don’t even think you have a vote.

They call it homeland – cast a firelit glow
Over the dude peeing in his pants
On the corner – he’d been the first to go
When they were downsizing the urban peasants.

Yes, the bottle is now uncapped
But we aren’t stuffing genies back inside it.
You think you’re so special? You’ve just relapsed.

That fucked over feeling, you’ll just have to hide it.