Still Here

When the Democratic Party calls me
I always give them another ten bucks
Since this junta we have now appalls me
With blood on its hands the while as it fucks
Me over reads my emails taps my phone

The only consolation I have is
I begin to see I am not alone
Apparently some few agree with me
I give ten bucks to the A. C. L. U.
Whenever they call and gratefully too

For if they will fight against Bush and his
War on brain-damaged poets who keep cats
Eight billion a month but eight hundred for
We disabled who give to Democrats
Maybe the A. C. L. U. could help you

I am grateful for those who fight this beast
Which prays as it preys on the last and least

I spend as much time as I can asleep
These days and am otherwise despairing
Yet there are those who bridge the dark and deep
Franziska and my kids wake me caring
And this is my cat Freddie's tenth birthday

I am still here and will not go away

+Steven Curtis Lance



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