It's useless to speak of peace. Firstly
we don't know what that is. Secondly
we don't want to know what that is. Thirdly
I like to count. As long as there are

         a) maps
         b) men
         c) men with maps
         d) sticks or stones or guns or any kind of metal
             that can be hammered into a pitchfork or blade

there will be war. Then again it's useless
to make my bed, since sleep
will take it back to the wild, but I do.
Or to kiss my wife, as she will immediately
and at all times I'm not kissing her
be unkissed, but I've accepted the challenge.
Kiss is a word that sounds
as if it's trying to be a snake.
You think we'd be afraid of the hiss
in kissing but we're not. Many are afraid
of blacks if we're white, of communists
if we're capitalists, of the left handed
if we sign our checks the right way, of Jews
because isn't it fun to have someone to blame
for poverty and crime and high humidity?
An accurate definition of human
would cast a spotlight on the word
stupidity. I'll tell you who I want to kill:
the bastards who make fun of the saying,
Make love, not war. They should be shot
or hung or tickled to death
with confetti raining down
on their naked bodies in the parade
we'll throw for everyone
not coming back from the war
that never happened. If we ever have
one of those.