Clouds that weigh tons
Clouds that look like cloud sausages
The nation speaks, builds signs, buys gas
And the clouds move on from east to west
They drift north
They get caught in jet streams
Planes crisscross our path at unexpected intervals
They are massive
They restore the principles that made us the greatest nation on Earth
Spending ticks up and interest rates hold steady
We go from town to town in search of music or magic or scenic overlooks
We go from town to town in search of gas and lodging
We go from town to town in search of food while more law enforcemet officials are being shot at and shot
They won't take my blood anymore
Here are my receipts. Here's my taxable income. Make me something special.
Will it smell like strawberries?
Will there be flowers?
Here comes 2012, doing its best to make everyone proud
Location:West Haven,United States