New Fortune Poem by Charles Dawes

well that'll be the day.
the day that all these things,
even if theyre plain lies,
will eventually come to rest.
plastic bottles are a dime a dozen.
only if bought in 1934.
one time god looked down on adam,
he said, 'wow. look at you.'
adam did. then he asked god, 'how
many more tries till we get it right? '

china teaches their children to obey.
when will we learn to do the same?
usa usa usa. wake up and eat your meat.
even a bird on a wire could tell you
how many toes it has.
two pecks for no, three for yes.

a shirt sleeps on the ground,
its friend the sock is right nearby.
the two exchange glances then
decide it better to pretend
that neither of them exist.

oh, box of books, please stop shaking.
your pages are frail and spines weakly glued,
as if your only love
came from the lusty eyes of the reader.
but its really alright. your words cant be changed.
(unless of course your a colouring book)
rules can be set in you, bets make a fool of you.
all my world turns green when the first page
scratches my finger tips as I flip it past my face.