New Americana

This is a poem. ?

New Americana

Faded denim eaten by the sunshine and time

we’ve read our fitzgerald and we’re pissed off

we’re pissed off and we say so

we say so but we don’t with our bodies, to who counts

dollars

salaries

tax deductions

we’re pissed off and some of us aren’t sure why

or at least that’s what we say

knowing the problem makes it our fault

we’re minnesotans, we’re dads and we want more nutritious school lunches

white flag erased

blue and red back away until they bump asses

they reconcile

their differences, the aristocracy

the hypocrisy

time is the weapon that kills

we keep trying to buy it because that’s what they’re selling

the cart before the horse that is yelling

wake up and eat your wheaties

wake down the street and back to your underfunded primary school

modified, hydrogenated, correlated, no expiration dated

there’s science in this s**t

our food is smarter than we are

we’re 16 and we just want to f**k

you only live

once as many times as many time as the beat tells you to

the synthetic heart with capillaries down sunset

built by men with synthetic hearts

that’s metaphorical, the heart is a vital organ that even b******s have

kanye west is a rich man

who thinks himself a genius

kanye east is a gas attendant

in New Jersey because most businesses think he has no discernable job skills

read, some of us are and damn do we never shut the f**k up

it’s ok those who haven’t hate or pretend or pretend to hate

white city lights have forsaken the stars, we can pretend that dad isn’t watching

blue are we because he’s not

we are our own absent fathers

reece’s pieces are sanctioned by the government, but his drugs are part of the informal economy

they need him to use the guns first

buzzword mercenary

hashbrowns in the mess hall hashtags in the messed up minds of people who see their utility

good thing uncle can hear me

he has my unabridged browser history

call me ishmael, or steve. look at all my f*****g porn

f*****g porn, a porn championed by engineers

they like redundancy (that joke was for me)

uncle

sam the first man to ever

sam, the man who

sold it before he bought it

the Arabs made up numbers so they could see s**t in the sky

we made up bigger numbers so we could buy s**t

who would want to buy s**t

I want to buy s**t

there are websites where I can buy s**t and send it to my friends and/or enemies

s**t from a large selection of mammals

perhaps they should expand into other classes of s**t creaters

the american consumer, behaves like a fungus, looks like

there is a star in the sky tonight

helicopter

my friends in northern california think that means you have a lot of copters

I think it means you’ve got enough money to literally put yourself above others.