Naked Lunch Revisited

He patiently filled the SUV’s tank
Thinking back to when the dollar amount
Was less than the total gallons,
How he had pimped the Quik Trip people
By saying, “Yeah, I got $16.50 out there on No. 5
Gone before they realized they had been stiffed,
Now he pondered the fact
That he, and everyone else, was filling the tank
With liquefied dinosaurs,
Thinking about their different body parts
How far they would take him,
Like how many miles do you get
Out of a T-Rex toenail?
How much bad karma have we generated
In exploitation of the dinosauric remains?
His thoughts turned to his trip
From Kansas City to St Louis,
Chased by the ghosts of tailpipe emissions
That scared him to death
But never caused him to deviate from his plan,

(Four hours later.) He was more calm now,
Exiting I-70 and making his way to Bellefontaine Cemetery
Pulling up to the curb in front of the Burroughs obelisk,
Checking his mirrors and the area around
For the sexton or visiting members
Of the August Busch family,
He cracked open a beer watching the snowfall,
He reached for the picnic basket,
The camouflaged folding chair,
The Beretta 12 Guage,
Shedding his Millenium Hotel guest bathrobe
As he emerged from the car,
Quickly he set up the scene
Setting his digital camera to auto
Placing the chair directly over
The remains of William Burroughs,
Sitting down as the camera clicked away
250 shots in two minutes
He maneuvered about eating a sandwich
Toying with the gun,
Caressing the obelisk trying to grope its tip,
The shotgun rang out
Just as the cop car pulled up,
Just as he finished his lunch,
Just as the camera stopped clicking.