America, the Beautiful Embarrassment

1st amendment atrocities
Secondary nature

Pound for pound
They scream above holy lungs
Of righteous contradictions

As humanity continues to dry-hump “social” media,
Their sedentary psychiatrist

Judgmental lip smacks
Chapped from the arrogant vowels
They spit
Another syllabic lyric
Within our home of the “free”

Our 50 stars become 50 irrational assault rifles
In order to become bullet proofed
From infantile validation

We embrace rusty excavators
Crushing on Bones wearing red sweaters & silky moustaches

While MBAs & Bachelor Degrees
Fight in Spartan-tempered mouth-offs
If a dress is blue or gray

Donkeys & Elephants become consensual orgies
In the name of desperate prayers
But, neither will raise taxes in the name of God

For church & state are separate
Until dollar-store woven baskets made in China swoop in
During Sunday mas(k)s

Stairways to our imaginary heaven,
Its railing removed by forced epiphanies,
Replaced by “angelic” archways
Made of Kardashian silicone
And rose-tinted ascension

Yes, we can.
Yes, we did.
Yes, we fell.

We. Must. Change.

©D.J.E.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Duncan Avatar
June 18, 2017 at 4:12 AM
Long time no see :) Oh, I love this. But then again every time you read about each generation. You find the same mistakes over and over. I love this write :)
Goff Avatar
May 15, 2017 at 8:46 AM
Hi Drake...fun to place this art in context of current history...still clear!
Teagan Avatar
December 4, 2016 at 9:45 PM
Your style of writing is perfect for the message here... you've nailed this. Especially the last three words - powerful. Hope you are well, Drake.
Goff Avatar
November 30, 2016 at 9:54 PM
So true, Drake, poetry is the expression of truth
Onclaud Avatar
October 10, 2016 at 4:45 PM
farce, a circus, and a for you, a dynamo of a piece.. good to have you around, drakey!...huggs
Tacito Avatar
October 24, 2016 at 3:10 PM
So true! What a pity. I'm probably just going to move to New Zealand and call it a day. Thank you so much & it's nice to see you around too, Nette. :)
Smith Avatar
October 10, 2016 at 4:36 PM
Apologies and accusations...a disgrace that either will be our face
Tacito Avatar
October 24, 2016 at 3:10 PM
I know, seriously. Thanks very much, Tim.
Chircop Avatar
October 10, 2016 at 2:58 PM
I can hear you Drake..Powerful write..Am so glad to see you here writing onceagain..Hope you are fine.
Tacito Avatar
October 10, 2016 at 4:28 PM
Hola Charmaine!!! Super happy to see you around. I'm always fine. The country I live in, though, that's another story. lol I hope you're doing good too! (hugs)
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