Contract with America

File this poem I wrote in the ’90s under “The more things change…” I wrote, published, and performed in a number of different odd places in the ’80s and ’90s but I’m especially proud that thanks to my friend Robert Herzog, this ended up posted on a bulletin board at Malcolm X College here in Chicago. A poem that doesn’t get torn down or defaced on a bulletin board is something for a struggling peoples’ poet to be proud of… with due respect to Rik Mayall, R.I.P.  OK, here’s the damn poem. More of a blurb for a missing manifesto than a poem. Whatever. Reductio Ad Absurdum.

CONTRACT WITH AMERICA

Unplug the public machine.

Keep my golf-cart clean.

 

Sell war.

Sweat-shops and jail the poor.

 

March or die.

Don’t cry.

 

Jesus is our C.E.O.

Let’s go.

 

In God we Trust.

Self-righteous.

 

The bottom line:

I got mine.

About A.Broad

Ex-poet. Philosophy burnout. Writing again. I heart: Rock n Roll + Lisa. Baseball. Fatherhood. Apple Pie. Don’t Tread on me. Shalom, yo. View all posts by A.Broad

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