Tragedy On The Prairie Poem by John Parsons

So, so much For that
Utopia you promised me.
You said this wasn't the City, but
the Prairie of our Lord Himself
The fellow people here

Residents of some
Continental Atlantis, the nearby Town
The Land of the Good Samaritan
Pure from all the Cruelty
of the Metropolis, the heart of Grief.

Tweleve years later, though
that cycle has started again-
A snotty mail clerk-
Palace of Authoritans-
Tribe of Egotistic Fools-

It is no better
Living on this once
Dirt road
Than on Booth Calloway.
My days here are done.

Amtrak, Amtrak-
Let me jump on your caboose
From here to Oklahoma
This place emits my own personalized cyanide.

Please conduct a humanitarian mission.

(2 July 2008)
(Justin, Texas)