FOURTH OF JULY POEM (revised version June 2010) By A.D. WINANS
stepped on, pissed on cheated and abused taken advantage of blue collar man caught up in the American scam don't tell me anyone can be anything they want to be if they put their minds to it bull shit crap laid on like butter on the working class stiff save your message for the deaf dumb and blind it'll never sell in the ghetto or to the immigrants you've turned your back on high-fiving, jiving court jester with an act as old as death out of step reeking from bad breath take your message to the church tell it to the men on death row tell it to the starving poor tell it to the sick and lame tell it to the rich folks tell it to the politicians tell it to the serial killers tell it to the bankers tell it to Wall Street tell it to the union busters tell it to the man on the gallows tell it to the cowardly terrorists tell it to the last man at the Alamo tell it to the chiseled faces on Mount Rushmore tell it to Madonna tell it to the street whore tell it to the last wino on the bowery tell it to the butcher tell it to the unemployed tell it to the circus clown tell it to the insane tell it to the outlaw tell it to the in-laws tell it to the panhandler tell it to the conman tell it to the baby found stuffed in a garbage can tell it to the displaced factory worker tell it to the elderly tell it to the re-po man tell it to the academics tell it to the poetry politicians tell it to the last space alien hiding out in Roswell tell it to the militia tell it to the FBI sharpshooters at Ruby Ridge tell it to the arsonists at Waco, Texas tell it to the junkie with dry heaves tell it to the farm worker tell it to the dishwasher tell it to the orderlies tell it to the flag waver tell it to the Chinese peasants working the rice fields for a dollar a day tell it to the garment worker slaving away in sweat shops in Chinatown and the Latin Quarter tell it to the garbage man tell it to corporate America selling torture devises to fascist nations tell it to big business tell it to the oil barons tell it to the tobacco merchants tell it to the children addicted to television and video games tell it to the fur industry who club live baby seals to death for the clothing merchants with blood on their hands tell it to the molested children tell it to the battered wives of America tell it to the pharmacy industry dispensing billions of dollars of drugs each year tell it to the millions of people dying from air pollution in Mexico and abroad tell it to the man on his deathbed not sure why he lived or what he is dying for tell it to Jesus Christ shout it to the stars line the traitors up against the wall rewrite the Ten Commandments and start all over again Next poems by A.D. Winans AD Winans: A Call to Poets America The Western Lands + Interzone Creations + La sémantique générale pour tous + Interzone Galleries + Interzone News + THE INTERZONE COFFEE HOUSE + Interzone forum + Interzone Editions + Interzone reports + Interzone CD1 |