Dancer

we have smart bombs
that cost a million or more
smart cars that park themselves
then open a door
we have sent people to the moon
and been to the ocean floor
we build giant buildings
and then call them stores
we have bailed out wall street
the banks and business galore
the spending's insane
always more, more, more
we have spent trillions of dollars
that is for sure
and with all we have spent
there is still no cure
so until we can cure, childhood cancer
my child will be
a "Penn State Dancer"

a poem by me.