Postcard from Smarr

In Smarr, Georgia, chickens ride Interstate 75 on their way to slaughter as humans complain about the smell of their food and a man is shot dead watching TV in a gambling house full of undesirables. This is SMARR. Safety and Mission Assurance Readiness Review that can leave no room for error in a world ruled by billboards and the hot oils of massage parlors where the gals give head like volcanoes and the chickens gasp at the trucks funneled between six hundred and nine protesting churches all building a bridge between Jesus and the northern aggressors with their powder horns full of judgments that loom in the Sprawl Malls Accelerating Religious Revolt . If it is true that the behavior of an organism is a direct reflection of the environment it interacts with we are doomed to a foreclosure of spirit in this universe of Hooters and Fudpuckers.