America’s back.
Shot to hell with Uncle Sam.
Lying on Wall Street.
No 9-1-1 call.
No ambulance. No e.r.
They’ve all gone kaput.
No witnesses left
alive. All shot. Only drunks
left for dead survived.
No cops. No doctors.
No nurses. They cost too much.
Martinis are cheap.
They’re dying in pools
of vodka and blood. The stink
of smog smothers all.
Tuxes are tattered
and as holey as taxes
they don’t even pay.
Guns are real cheap too.
The shootout was a bargain.
They could afford it.
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