Fat on Fiction
Propoganda pukes on my family
and we eat it for dinner
we tune into the
latest coverage on the
"showdown",
shove it down,
never to slow down,
never to Die-gest.
we eat and eat
and when we think
we are full,
we unfasten our pants
and a commercial
cleverly cleanses our palates,
flavors our tongues with
sprinkles of capitalism.
we get ready for the next
big meal,
deal
as He decides what to steal-
what's left, really?
do we not have it all?
big
small--
oh no,
that right,
the building so tall
ripped from the sky
like an anti-war flyer
from a wall,
a reminder that it is
WE who lost it all
and to pay for it:
someone,
so many,
too many,
GONe.
Just as your heart,
so they will be-
DEAD.
Us too,
fat on fiction.
and we eat it for dinner
we tune into the
latest coverage on the
"showdown",
shove it down,
never to slow down,
never to Die-gest.
we eat and eat
and when we think
we are full,
we unfasten our pants
and a commercial
cleverly cleanses our palates,
flavors our tongues with
sprinkles of capitalism.
we get ready for the next
big meal,
deal
as He decides what to steal-
what's left, really?
do we not have it all?
big
small--
oh no,
that right,
the building so tall
ripped from the sky
like an anti-war flyer
from a wall,
a reminder that it is
WE who lost it all
and to pay for it:
someone,
so many,
too many,
GONe.
Just as your heart,
so they will be-
DEAD.
Us too,
fat on fiction.
posted by Amanda Symmes, LICSW @ 8:42 AM
1 Comments:
wow...you're awesome. i can picture these words flowing delicately from your mouth, like hot molten lava pouring from a powerful and sturdy volcano; beautifully, with a sense of danger that is mesmorizing and awe-inspiring. i look forward to future posts from you.
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