America I’ve given you my poems
And angels when will you
Be my other? I don’t feel
Like fucking with your settings
Red white and blue box
On top of my tv and a cracked
Magnet strapon my Bank of You
Debit debt card. I can’t stand my
own mind
America after you’ve still
Got your footprint all over the
Middle East and Mid West and soon
they’ll be
Fossilized like a seasick
sasquatch.
You made me want a little
Debbie. I would marry and make
with her.
I refuse to stop pushing pills
And I will hang you by a jury of
perilous peers
America you are my dead drunk
uncle and I think of you
On warm nights when the air
conditioner stops and the wife beater sticks
Tight to the skin like a drum or
leather on a two ton heifer.
I won’t say my two-penny Baptist prayers
or take my
More baths in their fonts.
America I read People magazine in
dentist offices with the smell sweet and sterile
With the smile of the hygienist
as she asks me where I got my shoes.
I tell her they’re imported.
America I am talking to myself
and am becoming bored with the lack of conversation.
I feel how Eric Robert Rudolph
felt
There were no reindeer games
Phil Spector singing Da doo run
run while he held
His revolver making Leonard Cohen
sing about
Boners, naked women, and iodine.
Burn down Guantanomo
Turn it into a Disney world. Castro cotton candy
And Che Guevera with mouse ears
and a laugh that makes children cry when comes too close.
Make it sure he’s a blockbuster
of a sequel, better than the first,
Sell your atheletes and your
crosses and that cold, dry
Empty feeling I have whenever I turn
on my tv and hear the cathode ray hum louder than the pledge of allegiance.
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