Wednesday, November 05, 2008

The 'day after' Democracy Won

Everyone has so much hope today
I’ve never seen things that way
Optimistically pessimistic, I wouldn’t pray

As I’m pushed into this mediation
This government deviation
To the real problem at hand, You’re no Man!

A separation I couldn’t afford
A union with no reward
And America cheers, Yes We Can!

And I see, No I Can’t
There is no window of opportunity for me
Government is devouring we

No lawyer without money, we can’t help you honey!
Yet they tell me I’m free
A system they still disenfranchise me.

You can wallow in your joys of democracy
Until they remind you of your place
This is no state of Grace, America is the Race.

You think we don’t question his race
He’s a tool, like my face, and my pussy
We’re all used and rusty

Like the pole that holds your flag
We’re all diseased like those fags
Can I have another dollar dad?

Saturday, November 01, 2008

I video taped, as Team America fucked Allen Ginsberg

Listen to: "I video taped, as Team America fucked Allen Ginsberg"
By JanedaPain

America, is home of the Buffs, who Ruffies women during halftime.
America if I went to your game, I would wear a chastity belt and pasties.
America doesn’t see McCain is like death warmed over a day old Palin kill.
America we can’t go ‘trick or treating’ with toy guns after Columbine.
America, I can’t travel past the security gate with my buck knife after 9-11 we can’t move our lids through the puffers seeking those bombs and anthrax for the 5 o’ clock news.
America can we tighten those pants on the lonely flight attendants budge
America I want porn on the back of their seats too I will wait to ejaculate in the lavatory, when the fasten your seatbelt sign is turned off.
America can u shove those numb chucks up her ass and twat as easily as the barrel to the gun she totes?
America can u remember the taste of day old cum, stuck to his cock with the lingering of her pussy stench, dressing his skin like perfume?
America from my grandmothers bureau, where I found her vibrator and enema bag I thought of how to create an American dream from bottles of Old Spice and Passion in wake of my headache from this American marketing nightmare, where brands supersede words and meaning.
America we are selling ourselves like the whores on Colfax and Sherman in T-shirts of Abercrombie and Fitch.
America is but home to all us vermin.
Squirming here at home, in our chains, America you’ve dried my veins and I’ve seen those bums drain theirs, a million times in corners along Broadway.
America you’ve tied me up again in my dress of red and blue.
America the ice has all melted and Mc Donald’s and Home Depot still spit somehow we can’t get enough of this shit.
America I want to grow pot with your welfare have LEAP pay for me to puff, fuck you and you government stuff.
America we are all Jon Bonnet and our daddies all have clubs.
America you kids sell dope in classrooms, on the cell phones you sold to them while DARE is a social nightmare, teaching our children to tell and not question or maybe this was some sick and demented investment.
America our mothers are all on Prozac and Valium for being human, for being Women, for not being the perfect woman, for being loathed in comparison to Barbie.
America are we here to fill the cattle cars waiting out side our cities?
America can you really tell me, what you are doing with your FEMA camps?
America my heals are digging into his head he never should have said, those thing to her, or compromised her sexuality.
America home of the Brave, home of the 3.1 Trillion Dollar Insurance ‘Bail-out’ Scam why do we keep this perpetual cycle of shit going why do we keep buying into these games
America I hate to say it, I don’t have any faith and my vote won’t count anyway like the last election was stolen, this one will likely never happen, I fear.
America there is no home of the free, free to buy and say what you sold us?
I’m calling you out!
America, I can’t watch your syndicated news casts of Terrorism any longer it makes me sick to see the logo’s blinking in the corner of the scrolling bar which determines how far your stick goes up my ass.
America I can’t smoke enough dope to deal with you, once I’m stoned I can eat your pop tarts and snickers, but not until sufficiently medicated from the nonsense on the TV and THC.
America our prisons will soon out number our schools what are your rules, really I’m confused; or is it, we are all just used?
America the only Bush worth digging is my mothers pussy and even that’s stale with contented homogony.
America 9-11 was amazing in so many ways It was the most profound guerrilla installation, movement ever executed by man it was the most profound statement since my death, I stood horrified and captivated with history, with conspiracy, so blatantly derived from the response to our petrol depths of greed which exceed our perceived freedom.
America why are we so deranged?
America why do we seek revenge for something we created, for a world we developed
with our plastics and shops of diversity.
America you know Obama won’t live 30 days past inauguration. He is but a product sold to us in anticipation of his Martyr-ship; you can’t let a nigger be president, let alone a woman or queer.
America we are stuck in this system of pavement and genitals, we are stuck with the
coats whom hide their pricks below Giorgio Armani Jackets and designer shoes.
America have we all gone insane?
Is this not a hate crime, our victimization of the socially determined?
America terrorism is not Steven Kurtz, it is our commercial industry, it is the fear I should have of doing certain things in front of our children.
America will we let Social Services run away with our children because we choose not to participate in their little games of morality and socio-economic profiling?
America this is quite serious.
America we have to prepare for the coming shift we can’t go on like this, our ‘doomsday’ is approaching America, wake up. America.
The American Apocalypse is near
America at any moment the lights could go out, the troops could come and secure us from ourselves.
America we don’t have a moment to waste, it is our duty to serve and protect, it is our right and duty to bear arms and defend our liberties that washed away with the Clorox and Downy they sold me on isle 15b of the Safeway at Meadows Park.
America there will be no more South Park and Married with Children as we know it the Budweiser in the fridge will not be mass produced much longer.
America we can not continue to breathe this manufactured air there is no synthetic lung to compose me, and the Catholics, Muslims and Buddhist still can’t agree on my state of being, when I have already been.
America it doesn’t really matter as long as there is Cheech and Chong, and a good laugh.
America I have to quit writing this poem, it is distracting me from the time and its 4:20 pm Saturday, and all I have is useless paper, and refried beans in a can from Taco Bell, and this pot that my poetry distracts me from.

-Boulder, Colorado 2008