Some Ideas Can’t Be Patented

Stop kicking, son
Or I’ll yank on your
Ripcord umbilical
With liquor and cigarettes
And pollute your health-
Not in that order

You can’t see this book
But it has 2,000 titles
For me to crown you with
Stapled to my heritage
Then you’ll be mine
And property, no matter how precious

Deserves to be taxed