On the seventh day he was arrested
For inciting a peace’n’ love riot
That brought with it nevertheless
A deep and profound disquiet.
With a gasp they all grasped
What an ugly world they’d made
In the gluttonist parade
. . . . . . .
Of a poem that braved surfed
Through non-rhymes and non sequitur
To underscore the worth
That the medium is all that matters
What matters most is what the message is
Our underlying value in what we can express
Underlined by the value of this land and where our vote is.
And with that he rested.