A misplaced coffee cup
on Game of Thrones
brought the internet to its knees,
while in other parts of the world
two people die per minute
in an endless series of wars.
In the United States, we have
forty thousand gun deaths per year,
and two million homeless veterans.
Our infant mortality rate
is the highest of any developed nation,
and our average life expectancy
has decreased for three years in a row.
The rich slobber over plates
of filet mignon, while twelve percent
of our citizens go to bed hungry,
and 6 in 10 Americans
can’t raise $500 in an emergency.
Meanwhile, ten million people
watch Game of Thrones every week:
its horror an inoculation
against real life violence.
This is how vaccines work:
ingest a tiny bit of the poison
as protection against the actual disease.
Sometimes this strategy
backfires, and violence spills
into our schools and churches,
but at least we can still laugh
over a misplaced coffee cup
on a film set and remember
to tune in next season
for a new dose of toxins.
Leah Mueller is an indie writer and spoken word performer from Tacoma, Washington. She is the author of two chapbooks and four books. Her next two books, "Death and Heartbreak" and "Misguided Behavior" will be published in Autumn, 2019 by Weasel Press and Czykmate Press. Leah’s work appears in Blunderbuss, The Spectacle, Outlook Springs, Atticus Review, Your Impossible Voice, and other publications. She was a featured poet at the 2015 New York Poetry Festival, and a runner-up in the 2012 Wergle Flomp humor poetry contest.
1. Grab ‘em by the pussy
2. Brag about it
3. Tell everyone you love Jesus
4. Bring back coat hanger abortions
5. Take it up the ass from Putin
6. Grab some more pussy, because why the hell not?
7. Fuck Jesus in the ass for good measure
8. Pray loudly
9. Kidnap a bunch of kids
10. Ready the final solution
11. Grab more pussy
12. Party on
The New Colossus
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame, With conquering limbs astride from land to land; Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
"Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"
Ethan Goffman’s poems have appeared in BlazeVox, Burgeon, Loch Raven Review, Mad Swirl, Madness Muse, Ramingo’s Blog, Under the Bleachers, Setu, and Winedrunk Sidewalk, as well as the anthologies The Music of the Aztecs, Epiphanies and Late Realizations of Love, and Narwhal’s Lament. He is co-founder of It Takes a Community, a Montgomery College initiative that brings poetry to both students and local residents. In addition, Ethan is founder and producer of the Poetry & Planet podcast on EarthTalk.org.
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