Monday, December 10, 2012

Enemy of the State Poem


   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. 

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