A Nation's Sensations Of Obsession's Oblations

Philosophical thoughts on the plight of America ...

A Nation's Sensations Of Obsession's Oblations

Written By Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn de Graham

Copyright © 2013 Marvin Thomas Cox

DBA: Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn de Graham

All Rights Reserved

In sizzling vibrations of sensual symbiotic sensations,

of tantalizing tempestuous temptation's tenured terrors,

in morbidly sought after glimpses of saddened wearers,

as singing songs sing sadly of saddest of sad oblations,

voraciously seeking vividly vague values of our nation,

gone grim in ghastly gobs of so gloomily ill gotten gain,

where my right is the right of might ignoring your pain,

caring less for your plight in focusing upon my elation,

my appetite insatiable in its ravenous raven like gorging,

as all that really matters is my right to live ever so free,

you must understand it is all about me, just me, me, me,

ignoring ignorable ignorant idiot idioms gone a whoring,

as nations wear war waging whimsical wanton destruction,

dreary disregard for death dictates a despot media's chatter,

civilians slaughtered slowly daily seeking life find the latter,

all hopes of peaceful lives lie limply lipid in lore disruption,

each life a universe uniquely unlike another now unraveled,

becoming fodder for fonder fields of free food to swallow,

consumed by belligerent bully black holes hungrily hollow,

spirits left to wander winding roads of sadness untraveled,

while dumbly we sit drunkenly in dimly lit homes depressed,

ranting in rages of randomly ridiculous ridicule running fits,

want a better job, bigger boat, newer car, wet bar, bigger tits,

caring less for dumb dopes dying daily, in our self obsessed,

submerged in sultry steaming selfishly cynical surreal reality,

to give not a tinker's damn for a world's doomed desperation,

not giving a slivering sniveling s**t for anyone but our nation,

until one day Karma's Wheel visits upon us our own fatality,

our sins heaped to the heavens come round as sorrow's reality,

the smoke of our destruction becoming incense to the world,

a pleasant scent in their nostrils as our flag no longer unfurls,

as our cries fall upon deaf ears in the midst of all our calamity ...

America the beautiful has become a used up ugly old w***e,

banished from this earth, never seen or heard from anymore ...

(Written May 2^nd, 2013)

Reviews

[Relic]

I can understand your frustrations. America is not a great nation any longer. It's become a nation of materialistic and unmoral morons. Every week another shooting; we're being bombarded on the border, our dollar is being devalued. And all people think about is themselves. How many women care more about their selvies than what's happening to the country they're living in?

A goos poem Marvin.

[Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn de Graham]

Will reply in detail to you kind comment this evening ... Thanks

[Alla Antsis]

Very true! Values have changed......drastically! Thank you for a great piece of poetry again, Marvin!

[Ken e Bujold]

what a gem. "want a better job, bigger boat, newer car, wet bar, bigger tits," only wish i could have/did say what ails our times so bang on as this line does

ken

[Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn de Graham]

Thanks for the read and the very kind words Ken ...I have somewhat of a knack for alliteration ...read moreThanks for the read and the very kind words Ken ...I have somewhat of a knack for alliteration ...

Marve

[Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn de Graham]

Ken, and all who see and listen: there is something going on upon this site that is taking upon itself to make so called statements upon my behalf that I have never written nor utter or requested: I never ask any Reader to, "read more", never ever of never had and I shan't never will ... So please do disregard the meddling f*****g BULLSHIT!