Srbija
Virtually every building
has already been built
And the make space residue
has been strategically spaced

Diesel for the busses
Cigarettes for the masses
A few thousands years of earth
and molten oar
rock,
stone,
petro,
and now asphalt
placed on the barbeque
Sauted, shaken, and stir-fried

If only there was a kitchen big enough
to keep the bitter cold beat back
and some loins
on the meat rack

Instead it's a rotary
of persistent scents
and invading aromas
that scoff at shoetops
and heels
manufactured in Indonesia
and distributed at great lengths
stretching deep into the pockets of Beverly Hills

But there is no connection
because the European League
reigns supreme
as it should

Every building again
has felt the touch
a nip and tuck
Some tender loving care
a quick handshake
with a can of spraypaint
And a long lasting hug
from the tag that wraps around
and remains untouched again
Maybe someday
they'll put that in a museum