This poem is dedicated to Evo Morales, President of Bolivia, a man of vision.

train of thought is a

wonderful thing today i was

hanging out washing well

i was hanging

out underpants to be

exact

you will appreciate i dont wear underpants

but my disabled son cant

wash his own so every day

i hang out

underpants

which is

boring

and my mind wanders

well to be honest at pegbasket

central

it takes the train

daily

to godknowswhere

and sometimes

to godnowhere

i thought today

about underpants

which led me

by association to

men in grey suits

who

give or take

a few

human persons in skirts

still

largely

run the world

and on thinking

of the world i noticed

the sun was shining

which always makes me

feel at one

with the plants

like the bolivians

and their pachamama

earth summit

which they held because

the men in grey suits

couldnt stop squabbling long

enough

to save our world

and i wondered

how men in grey suits

get to be so stupid

what makes them

learning disabled

and would they understand

pachamama better

if they washed their own

pants

because sure as hell some woman

somewhere

like pachamama

is dealing with their

detritus yes

train of thought is

a truly wonderful

thing