poem of the day 10.30.12

a portrait of our future leaders

as young men

we have a black president now

but i fear we’ll one day go back

to the good ole boys club

of gray-faced white men in charge

you can already kind of see them regrouping

with racist bumper stickers

and on the television talking about taking their country back

where it went i have no idea

they think they have more at stake than everyone else

because it’s hard being in power for so long

and then suddenly taking it on the chin

you forget how to share

like these asshole jocks

sitting in this fancy little bar, watching soccer

they’re as white as ghosts

and probably just as scared at losing their inheritance

they keep talking about their plan for america

and calling each other bro

while they high-five

and bet each other which of their fraternities

will look best on the old resume

one wants to be a lawyer

and the other wants to become my future congressmen

they are perfect and muscled and wealthy

but will probably succeed because of a lucky DNA strand

i’m sure one day i’ll turn on my television

and one or both of these privileged pricks

will be staring back at me, smiling

with one arm draped around his dull blonde wife

and the other draped around his dull blonde kids

this country safe and secure

for every lily-livered, untaxed white motherfucker

who thinks that they came over on a boat

and founded this societal abomination

this country cooked and goddamned

for everyone else

the progression of life thrust back into the stone age 

from toxic sea to shining toxic sea.