Thursday, March 21, 2013

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america is everything I'm not.

the land of opportunity yes
i am opportunistic
but in this way that is not the method of the American man
he would rather have you use a language that is inclusive - brash
the occasional F-bomb is not so badly looked upon
being extra careful about word choices
means dumbing it down a notch, throwing the ball around
getting to the point and saying what you mean
if he says "thats interesting" it may not actually be
the American man will not raise his eyebrows at blunt criticism, but would raise them at the word "perhaps"
"Why not transport yourself to Tuscany with our new rustic Mocha Frappulacocinno?" so a sign would read in a place not America,
but the American man has no time for day dreaming about Tuscany in his morning jaunt
he wants to be told "TRY THIS NEW FRAPPUCCINO". NOW.
If the sign does not compel his simplest desires, he will not care to think if he needs them
someone elses wealth should be a part of yours to take,
a competitive outlook may be seen as sociopathic
the team effort, the group effort, are you part of our scene?
but then the communists ---
this American man with no culture but morale for days
he finds it in magazines and advertisements
and he crafts many a positive phrase
into songs, and they respond,
his happy groupie co-people
if i meet you, we're eating
If i like you we'll get breakfast
if i know we'll get lunch
If I want to bed you well get dinner but we won't eat
and talk business only in the day time only then, but after five I'm not alive
to you
get on board and be part of the fun - swallow that slippery free buffet and
get happy on 3 dollar well drinks
my weekend is my weekend the days are ridged,
t.g.i.f. is about the worst American acronym
its like you have earned the right to sit on a couch and do nothing
but loose your mind to television and stuff you face with preservative cheese styrofoam crisps they call Cheetos and try to get you to believe cheetahs could sustain on these and happily ride surf boards
America, you're everything I'm not
Your big, loud and 99cents
sloppy, filthy, wrought with sloth
Craving formality, grace, and wine
for a double espresso there is always time
if you don't get it we're not sorry
there's no team, theres only I
Beautifully we stand as individuals ---
Truth telling is not so dishonestly rude as to have me keep telling me I'm annoyed through smiling teeth.
realness, crudeness, rudeness, and wit
American man you just might quit at the thought of it
of refusal,
You would rather eat peanut butter with a spoon
Than have delicate peanut oil
On a prune
Or fill up a room with its scent
A hundred degrees above the thirteenth floor
You would rather be sticky and order a whore
Yes in America,
write for the dumb, speak for the deaf, work for the weak, and PRAY for the best
… big, beautiful and shiny,
but New York City…. now that place is pretty…
it's dreams, hopes, frustrations, energy, and history,
You can feel it seep up from cobblestones
Those souls of artists past
a place that made them the best and worst version of themselves a place to make you the best version of yourself, or the worst;
A place to make IT.
or is it different? might it just be romanticized?
a bosom is a pair of tits here, still.
was New York just a magnified boiling petri dish of all things American?
from sea to shining sea
and filth ridden shores
perhaps,
yet, we have to catch the diamond glittering in the rough.
It's called the American Dream, cause you have to be asleep to believe it...
I'm still not entirely unbelieved

To live past the end of your myth is a perilous thing.

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