FAT BOTTOMED BOYS by Beth Haist

Their lies line my trash barrel
They litter the airwaves
he is short-lived
SHE says
Sustaining only their
Lack of exactitude
Pummeling my fortitude
With Shock and Awe
At their Ineptitude
They are short-lived. SHE says
And NOW: BE love.
They are hollow men
with Cavernous Appetites
Playing Dress-up With our lives.
he is short-lived SHE whispers now,he is short-lived
Their livelihood seems hinged
on the destruction of many
These fat-bottomed boys-thin lipped
With cowardice
Bombastic Greed
Rolling in with Air-Force One
[HE IS DONE].