I.
I went looking for Peace,
in all the wrong places,
under the bridge
where Freedom lurked.
(She was busy with a spray can,
and she ran when I approached her.)

I asked Madam Justice,
on her pedestal, preening her
limestone mascara.
(She was still depressed over OJ.
I left her alone.)

So I wandered through,
New York and Africa,
London and Asia,
(I got an elephant ride and some tea.
Uncle Sam thought I was a waiter.)

I kept looking.

II.

Say no to drugs.
Say yes to tacos.

III.

I knocked on some doors,
and accidentally walked in
on the Universal Board of Directors.
(The economy’s so bad, the sun was fired.
I think they’ll retrench God next.)

I’m still looking for Peace,
in the right places, I’m sure
because I saw War just now.
(Dude, have you seen how fat that guy is?
He needs a crash diet. Seriously.)

Nobody seems to know
where Peace is,

(I think I’ll check
the men’s washroom.)

-Azuire//lastfactor&c.