He wears his Dallas Mavericks cap proudly
And he'll gladly spar with anyone who
Dares to say that their city's team is
Better at throwing their orange sphere
Into a hole while making millions
Doing so. He wears his Kerry/Edwards pin,
Declaring Bush is leading us into
The dark with nothing but ourselves:
How can one live without support from men?

And how can we drill in ANWR when it's
Obvious that we would place ourselves
On a collision course with death: global
Warming won't discriminate, just kill.

He wears his Abercrombie shirt
The hero of the school because he
Does just what he wants and when he wants
(By 'he' I mean the sum of the collective
Understanding of the word 'cool' plus the
Beliefs of his parents as to what
Is perfect for his future success).

He wears a self-satisfied smirk,
Assured that others think he is the best
(Is he the best?) and think he's cool,
Intelligent (They must be right)

She wears a skimpy skirt and blouse
(Strapless, showing off her tanned shoulders)
Feeding off the veiled attraction
Thrown at her by random perverts
(She's so hot) and wonders why she hates
The morning after when she wonders
Why her climax is a trough, instead

He wears a daring gaze atop the
Rocks above the pool where he is
Falling through the unexplored abyss
Above the world, above religion
Babel reaching to the earth, oneself
Though no one else can speak his language
And he waits for us to follow.