what we get never quite equals what we want

 

I don't want stray
dogs shitting in
my front yard

I don't want empty
blow job promises
from our leaders

I don't want the head
of Michelangelo on
a tall pike

I don't want the ten
plagues of Egypt
sprinkled on my
breakfast cereal
while I'm hung over
from drinking the
boiling blood of
some idiot with
a get rich scheme
on Facebook, all
the while pondering
the sexless features
of snakes

but I would take
a night of serenity
beneath the
stars