Dusty suits in a company closet
and there’s a skirt, too
the garage is full of Ferraris
the site was condemned, 20 years ago
the law books, are out-of-date
the building is owned by the government
nobody wears the clothes
nobody drives the cars
Somebody, isn’t there
because they never worked there
It was full of competent people
who told themselves they were competent
they wrote it, in their underwear
they banged each other to get to the top
and they became pregnant with success
their babies were adopted
by the rule-maker, who orchestrated
their band, of small-town-songs.
Now, indoctrinated disciples are dispersed
like seeds, blown, by the winds of power.
feels the breeze
and uses it for their own purpose.
isn’t to challenge God
to not need to.