The men and women wearing pinstripes
in those hallowed halls
Seek to deceive us like zebras
gathered at a water hole
But we know that things are never black and white.
That the elephant bellowing in the brush
Is every bit as gray as the
jackass kicking up the dust
All wishing to bewilder us by displays
of pretended sharp relief of shadow and light
Though they are sunk to the waist in muds
again made in America.
O where are you now Buckminster Fuller?
Washington Zoo could use a crafty hand.
Someone to solve this jungle jumble.