USA

Written by: Frank Guglietta

Passing on one 
less side order; 
less grease in the junkyard
              of a stomach 
One less hundred dollar shirt
One less orgasm for the pretentious ego,
              can maybe feed 
our neighbors and blood 


A stone throw away
stands children up to our knee's 
Choking on their salivia 
              gnawing at only finger nails

Young eyes should be taken with 
imagination.

But vanity cannot be slapped down; 
we were chosen to live in the gold
and watch others drown in mud 

The rich and proud 
live in a fairy land 
              walking on a soft 
carpet.
Sleeping on a cloud of pillows
Complaining that our food is too 

rare.