I DON’T WANT TO BUY THE WORLD A FUCKING COKE

Walking towards
Broadway and 72nd
Wading through
The distortions
Of wealth, poor
Caretaking for
The rich, all of it
Internalized in an
Idiosyncratically
American manner
The many basking
In the reflected
Power of the few
One day before
An election that
Promises to say
Everything about
The integrity of
Our “great” nation
Greatness surely
Compounding our
Curious capacity
For self-negation
Paucity somehow
Tenable as assholes
Command whole
Cities by whim
Families by war
The newspapers
Talk of football
Beside a running
And depressed
Total of civilian
Casualties, our
Horoscope reads
Impending doom
Any fucking way
You slice it