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Touch My Justice, Redux

Sep. 14th, 2010 | 07:58 pm

Touch my justice,
my pulsing righteousness.
Touch my justice.
It throbs for you.

I have a raging phone bill,
filled with raised fists.
My Che Guevara desktop
glows, and resists.

I will hotbox your summit
toke upon toke.
Ganja versus teargas,
revenge of the smoke.

Nothing can stop the music.
Take off your pants.
It's time to strum our guitars.
Naked line dance.

Touch my justice.
It's the least you can do.
Touch my justice,
before it fondles you.

Constituency –balls!
Check out my flarf.
Legislature –balls!
Keffiyeh scarf.

Doublespeak omnibus
every hour.
I'll wedgie your bafflegab
the seat of your power.

Cultural battle zone.
Choose your side today.
High-contrast monochrome.
No shades of gray.

I will not get up early.
Dreaming is free.
I will eat more Kraft dinner.
Freedom ain't cheap.

Touch my justice,
my turgid righteousness.
Touch my justice
–please wear this pin.

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