Parachutes And Pillboxes Poem by John Weber

Parachutes and pillboxes clamor,
such a colorful rumba of
mood elevators locked in time-
released buffers. They can't wait,

they can't wait for the future,
with stanisodium fluoride
and beta blockers, humming
walls of dazzle in high-def,

explosions and collisions in rich
clarity with those smug ties
and flirty personas. Clearly
those farmers didn't want

freedom enough if they weren't
happy being blown into
confetti in a grand unveiling
of just what globalism means.