poem of the day 10.08.14

in response to car horns

and hammering before 8 a.m.

america

the industrious

megalopolis

america

so loud and self-important

on a weekday morning

forever advancing

progress for progress sake

except

where it counts

in response to car horns

and hammering before 8 a.m.

i refuse to work another

eight-hour shift

or to shower

or to pay taxes

support the arts

or my local congressman

i won’t vote

or eat red meat for a year

america

i’ll lie in bed

and think bad thoughts about you

i won’t have fun on saturday afternoons

i’ll stop masturbating

to your celebrity women

and teenage girls

i plan on cancelling my cable

if this doesn’t stop

i won’t watch this year’s football season

or give two shits

who wins the world series

i might kick

a dog or a small child

i won’t give up my seat on the bus

for your elderly and the infirm

or buy girl scout cookies

maybe

i’ll cancel christmas the year

and tell people that jesus

wasn’t born in texas

but the ebola virus was

oh you america!

the industrious

the diligent

the hard-working

the busy

the assiduous

america

the tireless demigod

the world’s aging hipster

just stop

the goddamned hammering

and lay off the car horns

before a man is ready to face you yet again

would ya?