VI.
Matador II
ICE men gunning down
nurses and poets in the cold
Shits fired, thirteen holes
Of course, they're all liars.
Nurses and poets are notoriously bold
Known for naked aggression
Attacking armored soldiers
Leaving swathes of destruction untold.
MSNs and MFAs
Leave grad school with
A rifle for every pocket
Weaponry too vast to behold
Shotguns and canned goods
Bought up all the gold.
Agitators in the sleet
Commies in their strongholds
Explosives in their scrubs
Machetes in their corduroy folds.
Stuffed animals in their glove boxes
Raging in the North Country
Obvious terrorist foxes
Blocking men in unmarked cars
From dragging away women and children
Locking them behind bars
Disappeared to black sites
As various executive czars
Peacock, preen, and slander
Leaving visible victims invisible scars
Homan takes communion
Miller smokes cigars
While the nurses and poets plot their next strike with three chords, the truth, and an arsenal of guitars.