FOURTH OF JULY POEM

(revised version June 2010)

By A.D. WINANS



ADW and Bob Kaufman taken at the Cafe Trieste in North beach in 1976 by the late Richard Morris

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

 

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