A war is brewing in this small town
Bursting all the seams.
For, a vessel such as this is far too small to hold
Anything but the green's and gold's
Of nouveau-riche in sub-developed opulence
And those who can't
Speak like a republicrat
Or kiss by the book:
Your Number Is Up.
But we can dodge the draft
Travel in a north-north-eastern direction
To bohemia
It may just be
The glimmer of the evening on permafrost
But anything is better than this.
Twilight is now a state of being verb
So lock your doors.