New American Infant

Now
such grotesqueries as chocolatey and lemony
infect the lexicon
bespeaking the ubiquitous oral preeminence
of the New American Infant.

Once proud cowboy
now fat-assed cretin.
Once curious scientist
now mall drone gangbanger.
Once ballsy westward-forger
now pussywhipped, family man weakling.
Once prolific inventor
now drunken celebrity wastrel.
Once hardy pioneer prairie mama
now scaggy teenage crack whore.

O America
You blew it.

You became too soft for your own damn good.

You badger your children with the virtues of the work ethic
while you evade genuine work:
your business consists of lying, conning, schmoozing,
and glomming onto other's wealth as a scheming parasite.

You bully your children for academic achievement
yet you denigrate intellectualism and reason
and you eschew books and art
in deference to TV sports, crappy movies, amusement parks,
and vapid socializing.

(When your family visits Disneyland are you doing it
 for your kids--or for you?)

(Who is the bigger infant: the one seated in the stroller--
 or the one pushing it?)

Thomas Jefferson's vision
somehow hideously devolved
into a freakshow of sobbing, fisticuffing dumbshits
on the Jerry Springer Show.

O America
founded by geniuses with utmost esteem for the mind
you've transmogrified into a gaudy playground
for capricious brats,
imbecilic sociopaths,
sobbing snivelers,
and feel-good movie patrons weeping upon their fake popcorn
who constantly kill mind
with nauseating emotionalism.

Petty, orally-fixated ninnies bullying for money,
lying, cheating, insider trading,
filing spurious lawsuits for dubious gain,
and squandering job slavedom's bucks
nourishing gambling pathologies
from Reno to Atlantic City to Las Vegas to Indian casinos
to Mississippi River boats
and upon chimerical lottery ticket delusions:
you trashed your vaunted work ethic
in the mad mob dash for sticky candy.

(At what point does optimism become stupidity?)

(How many stomped hopes at last inform the deluded mind?)

You murdered your freedom with cretinous irresponsibility,
you valued social approval above the expressions of the mind,
you esteemed power and celebrity over truth and beauty,
you slobbered over money as the supreme value--
and now you wonder why you are drowning in shit.

Your soul resembles a hideously deformed dwarf
puking bile upon every beautiful thing.

O America
noisome marketplace for vicious moneywhores
and infantile shopping pigs:
who'll incinerate these vermin?

The New American Infant soils his diapers
and whimpers.