Fiat Lux (if just a little for now)!

The junta has settled its hash with me
Having conceded I am quite insane
For eight fifty-six a month USD

They posit they will pester me no more
Nor knock up my doctor with those inane
Questionnaires which quantify sanity
And leave behind their torments tried before
To drive me to the homeless life outside

I won by loss but heaven knows they tried
To huff and puff and stuff me stubbornly
Since nothing succeeds like excess I guess

Still I exceeded them in stubbornness
Remaining insane with my damaged brain
Documented so meticulously
That though all else is lost here I remain
Stuck in the safety net one of the few
Who gets to live indoors almost like you

In five to seven years they might check back
But the neo-cons will have gone by then
Their junta hounded haunted by Iraq

I will be among the forgotten men
A raggedy-man at the end of time
With stubbornness stupid enough to stay
Here to obsess by syllable and rhyme
With eight fifty-six a month USD
Which creditors make haste to take away
But creditors never take poetry

Muddling through madness yet muddling somehow
Fiat Lux (if just a little for now)!

+Steven Curtis Lance



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