State of the Union

I’ve seen struggleknow what it’s like To be broken It’s not just a token Of this imagination So counterintuitive to get up again

But I walk the grey mile force a smile for a while Basking in the same fluorescent glow you know

From sea to shining sea I see girls and boys so willing to sell Their souls for a bankroll what happened to clean and tidy God almighty now this is democracy?

Let the beige-ness Of our existence leave its creamy foam on your lips like a scarlet letter

you’ll feel better the morning after mocha latte tips warm sips sway those voluptuous hips to get you through it all hip-hop to trip-hop to flip-flop and waffle

so easy to grow thin and angry when the deck is stacked or fat and dumb look out psyche here it comes,

four more years.