Good Morning America

"Good morning America!"

Have you shot up today?
  Heroine for the masses
laces my nostrils with
steamy propaganda
flying over the air-waves.

You got me Big Brother!
    Unlike the b U d d ha
we sleep with our
    "i's open

    central focus:

                          o b l i v i o n!

mesmerize them with
  glamour
stultified
  we founder in
a torpidity of unconscious

numbing,
drumming into our
olfactory senses.

                        buythis.eatthat...smellgood...lookyoung...

"fuck a dollar, fuck a dream"

the palaber of the
  abracadabra
the look-good
  feels better

instant fix
    toxins
we're ingesting daily
into our aching bellies;

with Machiavellian deployment
  we find ourselves
bombarded, lombasted
  outwitted
dumbfounded

steroidally fixated
  on bigger is better,
some trompe l'eoil
we try to do, to believe
  the right thing

some unseen
catatonic goop
  implodes
  (false-pride)
playing on our contrived

sympathies...warning us:
                                  let's
                        remember their big "red apple" appeals:

  the elderly, the lonely
  the young, the scared,
  the disabled, the pregnant,
  the blacks, the jews, the
  hindus, the israelis
  the unemployed, the fatted-cow
      right-winged
      left-assed mentalities

neo-communist facists
BIG BROTHER main-sailing
an already sinking ship of
worn out toddlers

                          speakingup,standingup,fessingup,coughingup,dressingup.

Beneath the wirey beards
of mechanized hooplah
    one Phallic figure
waves a frothy finger
into the genitals of a
world mummified
stupified, horrified
                        by an unseen, too often heard

                                  Voice...nursing us

suckling us at the Mother's tit
her breasts raw and sore from
pulling out, going in, rocking back
and forth...we the deprived children
suckling upon the  glory train to freedom.

We the waiting
await our choice of
spoon-fed narcotics,
(nightly horrow shows, drunkalogs,
sex, drugs and rock'nroll) our
precious feedinghours
                                corrupting us
inside One International
Body of Inhumanity

                                How deep the River bleeds her young!

But the Mantle of Liberty
passes me her cloak and asks:

{Will you stand up for your rights?}
or will you continue following the leader
into the daily deluge of dopamine
popped down our throats...

                                  bleating like sheep:

                                    lobbyists,commiteeists,soldarityists
                              Media-paparazzioists
                                    glamour mongrels
                            dramamine for the masses

inhousejournalist...rapingus;lucidspeakersfilabustering...dramatizingus
                            en masse assemblage redressing the
                            River....for bleeding her young
                                You, me , we
allowing the milking
                              splashing our guts
                                          into
instant meals:
  cellphane lies
hindsighted cries

complacent beggers
  we...wee
hobos with million dollar
  homes
thanking our "lucky stars"
    we live in the land of
      golden opportunity

the home of the free
and the brave
where anyone is invited
  encouraged
  ordered
                                    to die...
                        to die for their country

free transportation
  guaranteed back
        h o m e
in ready-to-bury
  doggie bags

wave your flags
bare your breaasts...
love the "good" life

                                infested with River maggots

we allow to steal
the power invested...divested in us.

protracted "i's"
sleep-walking
trapped beneath the whores
of constitutionality
                                buying the cattle calling dream scheme.
                                  North American genocide!

Nations wake up!
untie the knotted umbilicle
to suicide:
sensu-sexu-ality

bloating
your minds and bellies
masturbating each to the
other in incestuous
oedipal complexities

our singular belief:
                                if it feels good
                                    do it!
                              That's all that matters
 
(keep the prisoners
  happy, mommie)

our singular
National Emblem
our anthem of anathema

                              Pass me your baton, Holy Mother

for I am shorn from the
Ancient Worms of
habit...tired of
awaiting some promised
Messiah
to rise up and save me
them,us,we
from the

dreamsleepingstate
of the irrepressible
                                    sleepy "i" of freedom.

                                  "Good morning America"