Dog Named Melon


final folly

not so jolly,

bird named Polly

watching Mike and Molly

and Melon the Collie

was hit by a trolley

so, melancholy

Ivy and Holly

drunk in Bali

watching Wall-E

Hello, Dolly

hot tamale

deadly volley

who you gunna call?

home watching basketball

or shopping at the mall

as London’s bridges fall

and Roman buildings burn

extra, extra

although you can read

you will never learn

consumed by your greed

no flowers, all weeds

sun dials never turn

still waters never churn

and we cannot unlearn

though our friends might

feel the Bern

for now

we must adjourn

and trust in rust

and dust to dust

and lust for finer things

as Polly sings for crackers

kids mine diamonds

for your rings

which brings us back to the beginning,

back when Adam snitched on Eve

let us not believe in fairy tales

lets give mothers time to grieve

between the volleys

of the hellfire we light

Columbus broke the looking glass

to keep the Arawak out of sight

we do not see you

your pigment blinds our eyes

if we all share

one collective soul

every day,

it slowly dies

but it has long been dead

break bread,

leave it to mold

the taxes we keep paying

make dame sure

kids won’t grow old

we keep doing what we’re told

though we know it’s wrong

and have all along

we’re afraid of saying no

we’ve perfected stop-and-go

or red light-green light,

call it what you will

we will never disobey

that shining city on a hill

or shining badges free to kill.

Not much has changed since Emmett Till

free will gone

eyes glued to a screen

and oil spills

and happy pills

we’re hooked on gasoline

and we keep driving

around and around we go

we run over unseen millions

just so war stocks can grow

I’ll show and tell you

that we have lost our way

it took an orange clown to scare you

so theres nothing more to say…

we are an empire

hail Caesar once again

just like Caesars before him

subjects, we have long been.

About soitgoes1984

I was born and raised on land stolen from the Pocumtuc. I now live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean, on land that was stolen more recently, from the Hawaiians. I am addict, struggling to kick the habit of fossil fuel. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
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