America

Fuck your 'can do' mantra

Them puking mouths

Of liver lipped hawkers

Those dry boned closers

Squawking from sidewalks

Casting unveiled glances

To the bleaches of left field

Your valley gurl antics

WTF LOL

We cry

more...more

My God what have we become?

Like totally

Like my pic

Lick my life

If I hear the word awesome

One more time

I will kill a fairy

Maybe get good with God

Before your final hour

Hell, I’ll hedge my bets

And surrender to your creed

Maybe grab a Bud and

Turn tricks

In vinyl seats

Stuck like muck

To the asshole interior

Of a Chevy Ego

Take your three hundred channels

Of high resolution

Spewing airbrushed anchormen

With their 15 minutes of shame

Hey, pin it on the timeline

Piss it on the grapevine

Of twitter and Instagram

Yeah mam!

The bar is closing

As you shuffle deck chairs

On a sinking ship

It’ll take us under

And beach us dry

We'll no doubt comply

As we are prone

To breathe it in

Bloated full throated

Plastic lips

Sucking dead air

Like a dying whore

With stage three candy crush

s w e e t

Just go

Please