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.