Black Listed Poem by Vincent Cibelli

mother complaining about apple pie made by socialists
melts american cheese and says she is polly-anna
her freckles are truths spotted on her face
her skin is clear and clean accept that mole on her chin
Fly eyed africans are starving but I want bigger breasts
And i dont like the crook of my nose
My self esteem is raised with a sharp blade and plastic
Even if it goes well I'll sue to win the lottery
We will sell you guns at interest
Though the food we will give to you neighbors
If we give any at all
You can pick through our landfills, but you have to pay for that right
Wave your made in china american flag away from flames
Kneel before God and stand up to man
The age of reason ended and a meteor killed the dinosaurs
Our revolutions makes us go in circles as they do
Free country, that makes nonsense obvious and worth studying
We need to buy earth or walls in this free country
We cant be anti-war or anti murder or anti political structure
in this free country
Descison are made for us because we cant make them for ourselves
In this free country
New studies show the old new studies were wrong
But we have a new product that will cancel out
the effects of the old new study
Some side effects are likely including loss of interest in life
living as a herded sheep
truth and lies become undiscernable
a new found national pride
and masochistic tendencies
Talk to your doctor if you experience suffocation, suicide, and/or natural death
They abolished slavery, so they said,
This is industrialized slavery, slaves got food and shelter
We get money to buy food and shelter
We think we are free and we think we are happy
Then when we realize we are neither free nor happy
We are given medication so we forget about being enslaved and saddened
By iron shackles plus interest
Before I knew what the word allegiance meant
I put my tiny hand over my tiny heart and pledge it to a flag
A flag that I also did not understand, though under it i stood pledging
Nauseous now as I see the babies ripped apart by toy mines
Limbless soldiers, aggresive, formerly auspicious wielding PTSD
As widows wander to the nearest diner ordering apple pie with melted cheese