The Choad to Damascus

What is a binch? What is it to be

corncobbed? Where is the civil past, when men

in ill-fitting 1960s suits could spend

an hour with Cavett arguing if pee

was stored in the balls? Where is the racist glee

of Midge and Norman? Peace with honor’s end?

What will we do with no norms to defend?

(Can you believe this site is really free?)

The road to Damascus has been wiped away

by a war I hate and desperately support;

every side of everything is wrong

but my own belief beggaring my chance to pray

to the hash-tag idol-god who drinks and snorts

Adderall, rants a Solomonic song.