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