I am a
meter maid
Few are
creepier than me
I hand out
tickets, unafraid
I am a
meter maid
My father
too was a creeper (he was a preacher)
He spoke
for a God he couldn’t see
I am a
meter maid
Few are
creepier than me
She was a
drummer
On her
drums she beat
Her arms
went numb, her ears number
She was a
drummer
Her lack of
melody was a bummer
And could
not make meter meet
She was a
drummer
On her
drums she beat
I am Dick
Cheney’s heart
Titanium
rust I bleed
At times I
need a kick-start
I am Dick
Cheney’s heart
Someday
Dick’s soul and I will part
On his
carcass the worms shall feed
I am Dick
Cheney’s heart
Titanium
rust, I bleed
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