Tag: poetry slam

Goodbye America
with your baggy jeans
in a sweatbox of unease
I saw you knuckling under
to titans of industry
and media creeps
who don’t mean nothing
I don’t like your odds of survival
America goodbye
I blame myself but not really
I blame the ones who don’t look like me
Who dance different
either buck and wing or crip walk
Who dress different
either boot scooting hokey
or sneaker pimp dancing funny
Who talk funny
Who seem funny
I am not laughing
I am secretly scared
below my sneers
Goodbye America
Who became Mammon and Chuck Woolery
Who became Walt Disney and Goodman Brown
Became DJT and OTB
Begat the death of weird children
Begat the puzzlement of risen prices
Adios America
Do you even listen to Spanish anymore
Do you honor the Arab who came here to work
Do you listen to anything
other than the sterile bones of ersatz Natives
clattering on the football sidelines
Good Lord America
Are you gonna be alright
Do you identify with us or with them
Tell me who to root for
I can’t speak for them
I only speak for us
and I don’t know who belongs in the fold
so I watch to see who will be butchered
and stand aside
Not my circus or monkeys or friends
or family or brothers in arms
Sisters of the corn
Parents of no kin of mine
I can’t look into money-damp eyes
and be filled with solidarity’s milk
Stand aside
and farewell America
Godspeed the USA
I knelt by a television set
to say my farewells
It did not hear me
only broadcast the same damn shows
the same damn commercials
Everywhere they watched the show I watch
and the butchered world held its breath
waiting to say at last
goodbye

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onward.
T