Somebody Pinch Me
The six o’clock news
is on automatic
spouting static
while democracy
collides with
aristocratic
Gutter meets white house,
smells like an outhouses,
behind the Kremlin
on the Fourth of July
brings tears
to my eyes
I want to scream
but can’t wake up
from this dream
keep asking myself
why
why’d we do it
we had the chance
to change it
but then said screw it
and blew it
now were flying
headlong
head strong
into the end
gonna pay for that sin
again and again
with each stroke
of the marker
another freedom
sliced away
like a surgeon
before a holiday
no pain
no gain
just another step
backwards
until one day
we wake up
and find ourselves
with our tattooed
arms
straight out
Copyright © Jerry Brotherton | Year Posted 2025
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