Glück Glück Glück
They say what they want
Is law and order —
Either pleonasm or oxymoron —
Though, really, they only want order
By which they mean murder
And some folks believe
That a murder of crows
Should henceforth be known
As crow crews
Glück, says the chicken
Glück Glück Glück
To this day still thrilled
That that zeppelin blew up
The large, orange ape
Who couldn’t escape
From the flames
Burnt black as a crow crew
Hindenburg, Paul
back in 1919
Who entered Berlin
Like a mowing machine
Slicing the meat-grass —
And, yes
Evictions, too, are obstacles
to health, to ease,
And, so, sow disease
As opposed to the true law
That says housing’s free
And such obvious things
As: don’t poison that stream
And: don’t go mistaking
The means and the ends
My friends
Don’tcha know?
Are you too scared to look?
It’s worse if you don’t
