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Is it legal to do this? I surely don’t know.
I.
You taught (me)
epic heroes
fatal flaws
I can’t finish what I start.
& what’s this promise from America?
Put your [queer] shoulder to the wheel,
(Oh Ginsburg, how you foreshadowed.)
Hang your innocent ideals
the world is
Full of promise.
You’ll do something great kid,
Watch my potential drift aimlessly about
As my hope deflates(I was three,
I got this balloon,
didn’t have it more than three seconds
drifted upwards, away.
whenever I get a balloon,
The pattern
Repeats itself
Never-ending bad dream
I don’t like balloons; I don‘t like hope.)Hey America,
You made me in your image
Let’s be communist together…
(There is no place for Bohemians anymore.)
My America,
You make me sick
Greed running rampant in the “Great Recession”
All you ever do is change the subject,
America, you have ADHD.
America, you need to get it together.
America, you need to stop & take a long look at yourself.
Gabby Giffords is in recovery & Sarah Palin is still spouting her
Tea Party bullshit.
Mitt Romney is running for president; America you don’t want to be a sister wife.
I don’t understand why your local news channels cover the weather like it’s the apocalypse, but don’t talk about Global Warming.
Let’s talk about the real issues, America.
The economy, the housing market, the will to live-
America, make me love you.
America, this is quite serious -
John Boehner is crying again…
II.
Sometimes potential
Isn’t anything more than
Smoke & mirrors.
III.
I would like to be a door to door bible salesman.
Go down south, & do the religious hustle.
Read the good word of the lord for only $9.95.
[Your name inscribed on the front cover only $3.00 more!]
I would do a world of good.
Nobody reads the bible anymore.
& Honestly, I don’t feel
That bad for God. You hear about him every day.
But poor Job. All his sacrifices for naught.
IV.
Seeing myself in the eyes of My America,
I am not the kind to be proud of.
To boast about my meager successes
On social networking sites would prove pointless.
“It’s so great to see past students waste away their talents!”
No, that’s not your kind of boasting.
My success on a daily basis:
how many tee-shirts
I can peddle to reincarnations of myself.
Yeah, I wouldn’t make a very good status update.
V.
This has always been about you.
& I miss you in all the wrong ways;
it would break your heart.
[When I dream, I sense a part of me that’s missing.
It’s a strange feeling having your heart
remember something your mind can not.]
