After clearing his throat

The speaker read from the manuscript

"Only forty-percent of all participants have remained alcoholic."

And we began to discuss amongst ourselves

The possibility for a dream-filled holiday

Order for the new slave trade



New flag blowing

We've used up our minds

We had no way of knowing

Old flag burning

We've lost our souls

There'll be no returning

We've diverted back

To the stretch rack

Only this time

We won't snap back



While crossing the parking lot

A stranger approached me

Handed me a gun

He said meet me in the ashes

Of the old city

And we're bound.....

To have.....

Some fun.