Great Time to be American

They don't understand
why sales are down,
where all of the patriots have gone,
what's the calamity all about.
The money is still good
digging new tombs in the graveyard;
we all have that need
to fade away into the unseen.

Lennon revisits giving
peace a go and hears the roar
of bus tires puff away in smoke.

Fast food chains, being all that
we can afford, is handing out bags
with Pepcid as the after dinner mint.

At the end of the day,
I've only a few bodies to crawl over
to get to where my friends are,
hidden in their caves. I stay low
so the killers cannot hear me
in upright form.

© 2008 Joseph Veronneau