Oh, America, you schizophrenic maladjusted
Nightmare train of well intentioned paving stones,
What have we done now?
Feeling angry, frustrated and scared.
Things changing rapidly around you,
Up is down, black is white,
Majority today, minority tomorrow.
Afraid of being done unto as you have done.
Feeling dejected, ignored and disenfranchised,
By millionaire politicians that pretend to care about you
Every four to six years.
So you shack up with the first sociopath that comes along,
Pays attention, tells you you’re pretty,
And offers to take you away from it all.
Waking next day hungover regret,
Tiny hands cupping breasts under the sheets,
Spooning your ass, his limp little tool spent.
Just another trophy on a narcissist’s wall.
America, Julia Roberts whore with a heart of gold
Waiting for the right billionaire to come along
And save you from the cold hard streets (and herpes).
Must’ve never read the Buddha’s Dhammapada:
Nobody can Richard Gere you out of the whorehouse but you.
America, you under educated Ritalin starved paranoid
ADD suffering superstitious conspiracy theorist,
I love you, warts and all.
Despite oligarchy, plutocrats, and
Fucking the working class in the ass with the tax code.
Despite rampant racism, sexism, homophobia
And general xenophobic bigotry.
Despite egotism, corporate greed and the military industrial complex.
Despite manifest destiny and imperialist colonialism
Despite Corruption, Anti-intellectualism, elitism and hypocrisy.
I love you.
Not for what you are, or what you’ve been,
But what you dream of being:
Land of the free, Home of the brave,
Inalienable human rights to pursue
Life, liberty and happiness.
Equality and equity.
Sanctuary for huddled masses across the globe.