Woke as Hoke

To-day they say America

Has always been spelled with 3 Ks

Battles rage on, sis against rays

Cooking cerda Ibérica

Such struggles seem to be the song

Of muses dwelling in the murk

Where evil clowns so blithely lurk

Dissonant notes both short and long

I find myself with rubber nose

Blanched face and chicken in hand

Set against all making their stand

Gasoline spraying from my hose

And so, from sea to shining sea

The gulf expands, most gluttonous

Into a trench quite cavernous

Between your “cause” and impish me