United States of Capitalism

 

yardstick deep

a submarine sinks

on verge of the trench of

warfare and bunnies-

heil the regime

of Obama, of NASCORP,

of the Mutant Registration Act,

the FBI, and

baseball.

Mansanto will sell

you love for $3 a bushel. And

Christmas jewelry hangs like

stalactites. Visa

credit cards

start speakeasies

in Victoria’s Secret fittingrooms.

The black

market lusts after

cattle organs, dildos, all the meat

we could ever need.

The worker bees

feed the queen.

We fuck our

hearts on Valentine’s Day

and cocaine – everything in between

is a swimming pool

of nails. Flee

wicked alien – America has

only broken beer

bottles for feet and an

Eraser for a brain.