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11/30/09 - (1)
Tinker's Damn
To this gnawingly aggravating second, I find my mind at a depleted loss for reasonable explanations — Some...a few...one — as to why my country,
The increasingly disunited United States of America, Has lost all sight of its painful degradation, Those principles laid in place, by patriots and patriarchs,
That once formulated the basis of our nationalistic nature As a tribe of diverse, hardscrabble-ambitious peoples Hewing to the well-being of a vibrant identity.
I'm left only with questions orphaned of answers, Enigmas in search of exits from their dazing mazes, Unjustified justifications for our gross injustices
Toward others as well as our hubris-doomed selves. Who mandated that America play God to the planet, Nation-build corruption, globalize itself out of jobs,
Allow plastic food stamps to substitute for legal tender, Foreclose on tepees, tents, log cabins, McMansions Purchased, for an ARM and a leg pull, from greedy lenders,
Even as their owners seek shelter in doorways, storm drains, As, once, the hopeful huddled masses did, On first swarming our golden Ellis Island shores?
Ultimately, I don't have a tinker's-damn choice Of accepting anything but our inexorable Manifest Decrepitude As the just fruits of our labors in the fields of anomie,
The factories of hypocrisy, the casinos of high finance, The brothels of materialistic adultery, The toilets of grandiose delusion — the American Dream.
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