CEMENT

The valley was sage and old trees,
then andropausers and audiophiles,
the baggravation of benedicts,
big-eyed bladers in bronco bags
cadillacking and discotequing

on the hallowed meadows of shepherds
fuckers everywhere laying foundations
slushing concrete, trucks in the brush
disorient-express hammering, riveting
deflicting the old trails, futhermuckers.

There were earwitnesses to these
emoticoners of hip-hop wallpaper
fantabulously-helmeted workers
flaggin' and gorging on fro-yos,
doing further-fetched funkinetics,

funged for flattering ginormous globobosses
they go on trashing paradaisical lees
their krunk kmart express girls every one
come to watch and gorge on tarts
wearing locs they are the losingest,

but jordanesque behind their macintrashes
all mallrats with mcjobs they smear paint
lay out the framework, local low-moto
meanderthals destroyers of worlds
all netizens and noah's arkers

wearing piltrol these pluggers love
popularganda, these rubber-chicken
circuiters suck up greensward to plant
asphalt, curbs, powerlines, alchorollicking
schizo sea lawyers making sarcastrophic

suburbs, psyclotraumatic pooper-scoopers,
cyclic retail elephants on the take
shopgrifters and slackademic stalkerazzis
of free land, swooshtika-toting televangelists
vertically-challenged telescamming trolls

vile videophiles of low wordrobe
whatevering and wacking the landscape,
and the gang-rape finished, the roofers come,
cronk gutters, gangrenous streetlights, sewers
flushing in the meadowlands of a valley

once hawk home, now disgraced by
pseudocowboys, wac road-ragers,
swangers, dizzy zine readers
four-wheeler mosh pitters,
and assloads of blowchunk cement.