California Treasure Trove
Sadly enough I regret to
inform America
We have allowed the golden goose
to lead the ducks
The dumb masses swell, the
states are twenty years drunk
On the smell of the millions
of fucks
Too confounded to stand, too
inebriated to plan
For the selfishness of Oz, to
abound and astound
That what our government buys
is a mythical army of costs
Unending and distant, heralded
as nonexistent
In the impact on our family’s
lives
Debt like a coffin grinding
the nails in
Of how this society dreams
slurping up crude
In milkshakes of smooth
glacial compacted plans
How easy is it to give away
some one else’s money?
For that is all the
government does
There is no man, there is
only us and we have sunk our own ships
And dammed our own dams, California is going to
fall into the fucking ocean
And a man will be standing in
the bedlam of a desert doorway to hell
And how many private prisons
will we have to sell
Before the entitlements and
the chronic lists of all the optional
Compliments the average man demands
must and must not exist, simultaneously
Come to terms with the
average crisp debate over the value of a one dollar bill
A bank note paid and oil
slicked burning away
In an effigy on the State
house flag pole in civil revolt
That the plans of these times
must incinerate and burn down to the grain
Before any semblance of sound
can call out the name
Of sanity in party of how we
elect the right wing or left wing
Full of holes in all our
regrets that this nation can no longer fly ten feet off the ground
That we are the snake
slithering in centimeters down
Our own Katrina pathways that
this sense of security
Is all but a joke in millions
of hearts ignored for the poorest of folk
Bilking the government as
selfishness erupts because the lawmakers and lawyers
Got love more than all of the
above
Term-limit cauldrons, prison
head count price tags,
Education wash outs on lowest
common denominator body bags
Of the other 26 children in
the classroom stagnating away
Trying to solve every problem
with money for votes rather than parceling who to pay
Of healthy people getting
thirteen tests to bill more
And a line six hundred strong
of the working poor who can’t get seen outside the front door,
With providers manipulating
everything for Medicare’s magic number
Dying and living duck-duck
goose to discover
Corporate citizenship
loopholes leaped through in opulence on parade
Racial wars like circus freak
side shows of distraction to keep inspection at bay
Religion like a poltergeist
of all the ones we have never met keeping us up at night
Spending like a built in
excuse, with numbers so big no one wants to read them
With out laughing as if
comprehending too many zeros is like slashing
The connection from the
medulla oblongata to the cerebrum and cerebellum
Just a limp dick body with no
means to stand up and tell them
This is our nation on
financial spending meth
Staying up all night and
eating every bit of food that’s left in this house to ravage out the pantry
Until we invade our neighbors
corridors and violate their sentries
Spark off their alarms into
something violent, abscond responsibilities frolic out this time spent
Consuming others resources
and buying off tomorrows
With all this plastic
Christmas shit piled up in a debt of what we have borrowed
Stacked up in a neighbor’s
yard, because how dare we blame ourselves for having to pay it
Blame the banks, blame the
parents, blame the commercials and the parrot
For repeating our words in
triplicate in double Decker forms
Riding around like English
kings only to perform
This is my America the
Beautiful, this land of treasure troves
Falling into the fucking
ocean and aloha there it goes
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