My American Selfie

My American Selfie

How has it been forgotten

that it was once written

We the People

not

Fuck those People.

I take another bite of my pastrami sandwich and with a mouth full of deli mustard

out of nowhere, call out Touchdown!

This Sam Adams Octoberfest beer in a tall chilled pint glass

 just ain’t what I remember it to be. 

Right now my thoughts are all clouded memories. 

Right now my thoughts are all clouded memories.

And the bar is full of Americans who have

bitten the bullet

and now chew upon buckshot.

The over educated and morally decrepit

The lazy and enfantile feeling of entitlement

The socially conscious chokehold 

The conservative castration and the covert vulgarity

The politically correct scoliosis of our communal backbones.

The drama upon drama portrayed in HD and half priced

during the Happy Hour, where

extra large everywhere television screams

the nocturnal wet dream

of some scriptwriters demon seed.

And is it any wonder

that Hollywood catches the blame

is it any wonder that

so many people

no longer feel any shame.

As civility kamikazes down

upon the American constitution

and we pray for Congress to committ hari-kari with a Bowie knife.

A Smith and Wesson swan song  

for a Senator with Bud Lite on his breath, as

Lady Liberty blows the nation a soured kiss goodnight.

For love of God and Country

has got common sense

hanging by the neck

from a gold plated crucifix.

In a day and age where the commidification

of our creature comforts has become

the Frankenstein monster

of our modern times.

And we wait with baited oxy breath

for Mr. Negative Cashflow

to finally make

his ultimate overthrow,

as he belittles any and all success

not deemed by his online community

as America at its most absurd best.

And,

opinions like storm clouds

raining down toxic piss

a golden shower

of ego semantics

flooding over rivers engorged

the bloated livers of bipartisan geriatrics.

This P.T. Barnum president

and the American citizenry

still suckered after all these years

by the circus spectacle

and the alluring sounds

of the carnival barker,

barking.

No fortified construction strong enough

No architecturial feat creative enough

No corporation savy enough

to build that bridge

to help heal the divide

across the canyons forged

between the lifes  

of a cross section of a country gone rabid

on national pride.

It is as if America has

finally after all these years

let its schizophrenic sibling

that it has kept locked away, out

and she is now running naked, covered in

her own feces through the food court of

the local mall.

I stop ranting for a moment to catch my breath and

admire the fall leaves changing their color

and a passerbye calls me a snowflake

for watching the skies.

My brain vibrates as I look for escape

and formulate a thought about

the difference between

peace of mind

and giving someone else

a piece of your own

mind.

Now more than ever we must read between the lies

and pay greater attention to

what we are actually doing with our lives

For as we reword words into victimship

and over use termns like nazi and fascist

we fall prey to the cryptic crossword puzzle

of wondering how will we truly ever explain

the impending madness and escalating craze.

We must be wary of time wasted

monologing in close company,

of too much time spent

wording off against

the vaccous vampires that we have allowed

to invade our private moments.

Be wary of wasting time 

unconciously unaware of

the fleeting moments spent

as a family together.

And to my wifes chagrin,

in front of my teenage son

I suck out the last bit of nitrous

from the Reddi Wip can.

For my American Selfie

is screaming

into the camera

at myself

at all of us

for I am tired and turned around

as this nation is bought

and told,

to pander to maniacs,

while I am left to ponder

where it is

that we are

all at.