drive turnpikes trimm’d in gilt ‘n’ tinsel,
Caddies pink will match each mink,
as limos' pairs of out-sized fins’ll.
In
Washington, D.C.,
each
avenue you see…
seeming
freshly paved in macaddams of money,
is, in
fact, baksheesh that’s blacken’d,
backpack’d
in, by PACs, on pachs and
stack’d in
sacks (knap-, haver-, ruck-, sling-, fanny-, gunny-).
They’ve main drags in Miami
paved in powder, gloss, mascara,
breast enhancements, hair extensions, cell-…
Oh, well: que sera sera.
Most major Motown miles
one drives not over tiles
but gobs of cobblestones of obsolescence.
The lessons thereby taught
(or so I’ve always thought)
are: Roads Be Earned. (But have they learn'd those lessons…?)
The streets of San Francisco
(we’re not to call it ‘Frisco’)
are paved in waves of multi-colored mufti.
I cannot tell a lie:
they’re fashion’d either by…
Edward Tufte -- or that magic dragon Puff de.
Vias in the Vatican
are paved in male machismos.
Cease, priests! Please sheath beneath your briefs
your busy little gizmos!
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