Seattle Suits I’m goin to Seattle
to take a se-at
amongst rainy satellites
and brainy-suited whites
ruffles in their hair
truffles on their neck
ties try not to flop in wind
buttons jump stepping stones down their chest
while zippers run up trying to balance the weight
pant-legs kung fu each other cuz they don’t wanna keep straight
and hide their supersonic underpants
while their kinky leather
but altogether acceptable shoes
clop rants of rage and neuroses of old age
clop past cops of clubs
peddlers of diamonds
and jacks of trades
and aces of hearts
to their job at the mothership of quickimarts