Home of the Free?
Left down the highway
Across Ventura to the CA
Find yourself a gun
And shoot the indigenous wildlife
Who sit there waiting to be fed
By you. Your tongue doesn’t need to
Be so fit-into-the-meal, it needs to be
Fit-in-the-miles of tiny useless findings
Of piece-meal useful and useless.
I will find that it doesn’t mean a thing
To you, but to us it means the end of all
Things good and American
Home of the Free?
Home of the brave.
TOO LONELY TO MAKE SENSE - AGELESS POETRY - DADA 