False Front Holiday

Refill the Swamp

Gangrene-colored reflecting pool
A phallic symbol’s loss
The algae makes them feel at home
And hides how much it costs

It’s really not that long ago
When it was just a weekend war
Now we watch the little guy
Turn around and lock the door

The deeper that he goes
He moves away from common ground
A loss his ego can’t believe 
Although the master plan is sound

And the day it goes away
Something else is coming soon
Until this false front holiday
Is just the month right after June