Tuesday's with the Reagans

child like cries from a world
found in the minds
of men
left on shores looking for ships
ships that never come
men that never come
and cigarette holders
that make the children sick
when they lick them
thinking of candy
and sweets that are not there
in a bowl of hatred
found on grandma's table
waxed for pristine glisten
in a day
when the children
only want their
God damned candy