USA USA USA You Were Saying?


These self-appointed slick lords
Never as cool as they’d like
Foreverly seeking applause

In the forever even dragons
Left entertaining archons
Have demons of their own

Riding the American nightmare
Jet and ivory – non consensual
The wizard is behind your eyes

In the absence of actual presence
The child imagines companions
Drums up sugar plum fairies or …

Pays for encore after encore
Ends up head in a basket
Soul sold to the soulless

Carries on, on and on resonating
Aleatorically, unapologetically
Their cross to bear

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on August 12, 2017, in Poetry and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 16 Comments.

  1. President Gas – an ill wind..

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  2. seems hard to believe
    humanity had so much
    potential 🙂

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  3. Hopefully this will teach us a much needed lesson about why we shouldn’t be voting for the insane.

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  4. All too true, unfortunately. Where to begin? It’s all so depressing.. .

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  5. Ever had an uncle you wished would just stop talking and do what he’s promised, because you’ve seen the good he can do, but his mouth doesn’t know when to close?

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