Photo-artistry by kenne
ashamed, yeah—
to be american,
to watch the lies crawl
out of every tv set,
to see men with soft hands
wave flags
while kids go hungry.
this isn’t a dream,
it’s a bad hangover
that won’t end.
still,
I light up a smoke,
watch the sun drag itself
over the busted horizon,
and wonder
how much longer
before the whole damn thing
goes up in flames.
![Ebo Pepinensis [Philodromidae] 30x](https://i0.wp.com/live.staticflickr.com/65535/55416272699_ed6c9abbf5_s.jpg?w=1000&ssl=1 "Ebo Pepinensis [Philodromidae] 30x")
There is truth in this poem, Kenne. Truth.
I felt a need to write something about our condition. Thanks for the comment.
Rx for stinkin’ thinkin’:
Turn off the news
Tune in to several episodes of Petey Mesquitey
Replace tobacco with a toke or two of high-quality Indica cannabis
Sip some fine whisky with potent ginger ale over rocks
Go for a hike in the desert
Stand outside naked in a Sonoran Desert thunder-lightning-wind-rain storm
Certain to greatly improve one’s outlook and understanding of what really matters in Life
Thank you for the suggestions. Believe me, I’ve done all those things. My problem is I can’t stop caring about this country.