Enemy of the State Poem

   Enemy 

   You don’t bend that way 

   And they know it. 

   The raps and blows are meant 

   To empty your head 

   Of the thoughts that 

   Terrify them. 

   It’s all done in the open 

   With hot dogs and lemonade 

   For the kids. 

   Now when you protest 

   It will be in defiance 

   Of rigged wrestling matches 

   And when you rail 

   It will be for I Love 

   Lucy re-runs. 

I suppose one can simultaneously be a weapon of the State and an enemy of the State.