HOME IN AMERICA, NOVEMBER 2010
Fri, 12 Nov 2010 16:45:34
Some of you may have heard an earlier, notebook draft of this poem a few days ago. This is the final version.
HOME IN AMERICA, NOVEMBER 2010
Goodbye, America
home of the muscle car
home of the gun
Goodbye, America
home to dismemberment:
see Saw 3D and Postal 2 too
Home of the full-body scan
yet home to secret money
that buys the faithful’s fears
America, bigots ran you for years
the once-upon-a-time Princes
got born, shot and died
The Colonels and Pop-Stars
tried to run you
but the Gun-Makers won
So the Spies ran you for the Billionaires
and by (Iowa) golly! Billionaires let
the Nobodies take over
So Nobody runs you now
and the muscle-car Nation
blows a valve
Dismembers the drive-shaft
flattens the tires, closes the schools
goes postal with prisons
Drives home on the rims
has a drink
and sits in the car til we’re dead
We being America, goodbye