The Mount Rushmore Metaphor

1

The bust of a baby taking a first step or shit,
eating strained peas, soap, or cursed words.

2

One could say, in my day, a car was freedom,
that we drove west to fuck folks we didn’t yet know.

3

In our 20s we climbed trees, rocks, each other,
thought our bull-bare bottoms were revolutions.

4

Some work for evolution, living ideals, generosity
towards others. We’ll put a bullet in their head.

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