the four hundred pound terrorist

sitting on his/her bed
four hundred pounds of him/her spread
two hands of fingers to keys
between sausages and sweets to teeth
hacking the polling places of keystone states
misrepresenting intentions of americans

leaking the dirt from under the bathroom cans
the undigested wastes of the ruling classes
opened to stink, supposedly misleading the masses
two hundred pound keysters
sitting on their raymore flannigan couches
listening to the rulers follow the rules backwards