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[only rob]

Apples and Oranges




It's all apples and oranges
stemming from I could care less
if there is fruit in my Snapple
or a sty in god’s great eye
regardless of the ill will of potentates
or some tortured girl, cutting
herself to feel real.

There is smoke wafting
over every no smoking sign in Wisconsin
today because somebody let a
Minnesotan play with matches
but the sign says yield
so I stop beside some generic
cornfield and bow
like a supplicant to Cargill
on the very last tuesday.

DEERE! claims the green monster
that just combined a mile of corn, two
raccoons, three fawns, and an opossum
into a slurry that blossoms in a
plume of ethanol over Ameriky’s
belly.

"Never mind," my momma said -
so I refined the arts of subterfuge
and the dance of mayhem
to goose the huge president
and all those other denizens
of the façade of prosperity
as if pauperism were
a poetic device.

Once, twice, hell, thrice, I
selected man gods to follow
as if the fruit of the womb
of the stars could heal all my scars
but in the end, I could not
mend my sight of men that
practice such tomfoolery
that gods may surely
not be made of them

but it's all apples and oranges
to me.