justice on the run

politics and sewage
run downhill to the ditch
the lowest point in the
american landscape
up top is the chair of justice
but it’s empty– the ditch
was blocked and the
sewage was rising
eloquent turds flowing
from the mouth
of the president–
justice on the run
the machine men
caught him at the
bus station copping
a ticket to canada
they drug him down to
the tribunal and tattooed
“terrorist” on his forehead
now american justice sits
in a cell at guantanamo bay
while a machine man sits
in the chair of bust us
with the smelly water
rising all around

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