This is a found poem. A man sat across from me on the subway and said these words exactly in this order. I just set them as a poem. I love New York City.
lipstick is poison
a woman’s pocketbook is a transmitter
she wants to leave the fucking book at your house
and then a government missile
will blow up your house
women are government agents
secret agent man
after 10,000 years, rebel command
will be able to beat back the government
proton torpedoes
the world belongs to us
whoever possesses proton torpedoes
will be able to rule the world with an iron first
women are government agents
secret agent man
Hmmm…..ranting as poetry? I suppose. Perhaps Glenn Beck would be more palatable if he were interpreted by Rod McKuen.