Termites and Fruit

Lots of problems today, but with luck they can all be fixed.

The Lonesome Beet

Sally’s been goose-steppin.

Jack-boot baby, sexy overkiller,
Daddy’s gotta gas some cows.           Myth in chalk circles

                                                            poisons minds,

           Shucks,                                     tans some hide.
what’s left but the orders?
Muzzle the onlookers
–blindfold them–
            deafen everyone.
                                    Fruit in the jar
                                    burns my heart.
                                    Moses,
don’t melt.  We needin ya.