The Song of Statists
An Original Love Poem
My love, my dear sweet love
If I think of love, I think of you
Asphalt and paint
So simple and beautiful
So pure and dark
You spread for me across the land
I stand before you
And take in your majesty
I’m astounded by your size
Your length and breadth amaze me
I know I could ride on you all night
I move over you until I come, come home
You guide me straight to my journey's end
My tailpipe sputters all over you
Ladies...
I thank the State for their work
For the violence that was done on your behalf
My love, without this you could not have been
Only through theft could you be made
Your plans are obscured
Your recipe a mystery
No individual could ever know it
No company can fathom your secrets
Only the State can give me my love
Please give it to me
Whatever it takes
Concluding Thoughts
Sorry things got a little weird and gross. Actually I'm not sorry. It was fun.
State sponsored violence is weird and gross.
"But who would build the roads!?" you ask... I honestly don't care. Anyone who wants to. As long as they aren't robbing me and threatening me in order to make it happen.
~Seth