The Doomed Frontier

Written by: chris kane jr.

Have I failed you, America the ****ed?
Is your rage the reason you cast me down
In the dirt with deviants, damned, dislucked,
With love in vain and bloody debt to drown?
Do you wish for me to hack all your trees,
Wicked pyres for my heathen brother,
Or asphyxiate your atmosphere-Swiss cheese
With the stench of man’s great rape of his Mother?
Of course not, how could you, that sees none, hears
Every wisp of secret, reported as news,
Playfully tossing your thrice dyed blonde-cheers!
Sorry we were distracted and wrecked on booze.
Where had the last ship of sanity sailed
Before I was ****ed and America failed?