Reimaging America
by gnimbley the gnome | |
Freedom is too real too difficult to mortgage a badly made sloppy joe seeping out many wrong things panic, disorder, heartache, fear We need to remachine our future retool our terminology rebreak our unfettered desires rewire our festering multitudes Can I make myself heard? Freedom can be suffocated between toasted, butter buns of abject obesity and hysterical fad idolatry Why is what's tasty not difficult to achieve? We boot camp freedom buff her up until she shines a sparkling parking garage of late model habeus corpses Do we think we are alone in this? We do not put democracy on trial redefine instead her back to school white blouses and pleated khaki skirts blowing hither in the liege winds There is always a lord among us Salutary justice left standing exposed cross dressing idealism shamed synchronized lying renders scruples to the superficial screech in the air Why are we not better than ourselves? Pretty girls undress in the park wrap the warmth of vigilance about their thighs for the bang of eroticism substitute indie pop from the year 325 No one reads this anyway ~ Copyright © 2008 - gnimbley the gnome Published: 9/25/08 · Author's Page · Next Poem |