offensive defense swamp (1993)

explosive or non she asked hipmenu
in hand well we prefer non
but since there's that three century wail in store
we'd take that window booth next to them
defense contractors overlooking
"swampy vegetable aroma patterns"
(halogen pterodactyls, spinach drooling
off beaks), the death salesmen
                           undo their belts
to pad that tax deductible paunch
old buddy senator stood ''em up
time to leak the polaroids
but no, frond of fate
a lit cuban cigar of karma ignites their
duffel sack of scalps autographed
blown to fiber optic dust
smithereens, they had a fine fang
for family bbq
cuz bad money is one bitch of a sauce to kick 



(1993)