A TWENTY-FIRST CENTURY
DIRGE FOR AMERICA
Another dead song
for a dead man
a dead art in no
man’s land.
For Being REAL
As they stop the world,
Judge and destroy
all that which they
cannot make
Or see.
FOR WE THE PEOPLE BELIEVE IN
Anarchy Archery Douche-Beggary
38 Flavors & Fifty Stars Officially
And nothing more.
For to say the least it’s your
Apathy Banality Absolutely
An Analogy, Abruptly. America So
Blow Me
From Sea to Shining Sea &
Lovingly Bitterly Swallow Me
In Poverty
“Amen”
Or ?
You can
Literally Be, Continue
In The Middle Or
See-Dream Of
Vespucci, Liberty With Symmetry
Synchronicity or Being
True.
So Are We Truly Free?
Re-discovered or The Undiscovered Country
Land Of The Brave
That Has Never Truly Ever Seen
DEATH.
“Up-Close”
So America I ask you beg you
Please;
To
Tax Me Take Me Fuck Me
Love Me And Then Silently Leave Me
In The Dark.
But Please,
Don’t Use Me, Tread On Me
Abuse Me or Ever Break My Heart
“Again”
For Now
Lady Liberty is walking the streets
& Looking To Make A Buck, & Is
Saying “Heeeeeeeyyyy Chhhhiiiinnnna”
How Are You?
While, like an angry lover,
Jealous, she watches your
EVERY
“Move”
And Domestically, Majestically
And Carefully
She says ever so softly;
PAY UP.
So,
Democrat Republican Soccer Mom White or Black
Welcome to the Homeland The Tea Party & The
Land Of The Numb
WHERE WE THE PEOPLE, ONCE BELIEVED
Once …
BELIEVED
In This, This World
IN FREEDOM
And Not Merely
The Dead Sound, Dull Thud Of It,
As It’s Soul Is Bleeding Out.
(Don’t Tread On Me)
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R.M. ENGELHARDT 2011
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