KARL ROVES BIG ADVENTURE You told me dark truths We drank our beer Lit up on acid Crossing Death Valley In a cherry red “69 mustang. You were a parody, a melody of concert and apparent things. The Mojave’s red dust suited you, made you opaque and revealed you to be obvious. You loved the stifling heat and felt comfort close to brimstone. Red blood shot eyes, White t-shirt,   Blue jeans. An American patriot with the stars and stripes tattooed on his fat white ass. Comet with a devils tail. Conservative Evangelical Young Republican. Undercover agent corrupting a flower child.