Elliptical creosote vanilla

where o where has my little rabbit gone, my minou living long leg wrapping formal evidentiary volume of wringing hands, my lambs, my causes for recitation, my ignoble burden heaved upon the back of slaves, your elliptical creosote history coming round to haunt you mr senator, voicing your ignorance just in time for the anniversary of his death, his murder, you're slow in making the connection, you can't quite remember why and what you said, this is becoming so familiar, your vanilla shampoo blazing away like varnished applewood alongside the bus, stepping down in your navy baseball cap for the reporters to chum up with you, your daughter's graceful steps keeping up appearances that the record will not support, you did say it and you did vote that way, you are not a fan of dr king and no matter how timely your sympathy and respect have come to pass, no one in their right mind is going to let you get away with this one... or will they?

"Every gun that is made, every warship launched, every rocket fired signifies, in the final sense, a theft from those who hunger and are not fed, those who are cold and not clothed. This world in arms is not spending money alone. It is spending the sweat of its laborers, the genius of its scientists, the hopes of its children. This is not a way of life at all in any true sense. Under the cloud of threatening war, it is humanity hanging from a cross of iron." (Dwight D. Eisenhower)