Tuesday, May 15, 2012


Here in the land of Lincoln where the rivers are wide, The suburban homes are two-story Colonial, Where teenagers play lacrosse without shame, Meanwhile in the former city of Sandburg and Daley, Mayor Rahm gets ready to roll out the unwelcome mat For those who still think protest is American And I go through a series of revolving doors And come out somewhere between the Wrigley building, the Trump monument to the Trump ego, And the Marina condos immortalized In separate decades by both Steve McQueen And the band Wilco. There is little wind in the Windy City, Only bright sun, heat And office workers consuming fast Vegan lunches Before finishing the afternoon's work To take the Metra train home For quaint boutique shopping In stores with posters of John Hughes movies Plastered on their back walls.

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