Friday, August 13, 2021

Prose Poem: American Rant.

 

Tim Torkildson: Patriot and Beach Comber.


America, you're a fraud.

Your M&M's melt in my hand.

Your Timex watches take a licking

and stop ticking.

Roto Rooter does not make my troubles

go down the drain.

There's absolutely NOTHING

about an Aqua Velva man.

You can't say anything with flowers.

Your fingers can't do the walking.

The best part of waking up is taking

a shower, not coffee in your cup.

Chewing gum doesn't double

your pleasure. Ever. 

There's rarely room for jello.

And special orders do upset us --

us being the American people,

who have been lied to and promised

pie in the sky and have gotten nothing

but a mess of flighty plastic bags

whirling about our heads in gossamer

mockery.

There is no breakfast of champions.

Or pause that refreshes.

Where's the beef, America --

where's the beef?

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