Monday, June 19, 2017

Inheritance

Inheritance

As the filthy baboons bicker,
Break your hockey stick,
And throw it in a wood chipper.

Trade in those snowboard tricks,
And learn to wakeboard instead.
Or skateboard if you’re an optimist.

First they deny the water has lead,
Then they say they can’t fix it.
When they finally try, everyone is dead.

The baboons say, “Kids will love this,”
“Summer vacation is now forever”
“Why would you take that from the kids?”

“Think of the money you will save in winter,”
“You will never have to burn oil again!”
Disgraceful. Begin to poison by conditioner.

The dreadful beams of warmth radiate my skin.
The disgusting taste of my fathers’ failures,
Fill me with fire, at their inaction and sin.

But the fire sinks down like a dying sailor,
There are no more trees left to burn.
So I trade in my car for a whaler.

From our parents, still few of us learn,
The hopeful cast away their faith,
We stuff the American dream for an urn

As the beautiful night turns to bay,
The city that never sleeps, sleep always.




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