Alexander Shaumyan

Rookie - 328 Points (July 12,1962 / Moscow, Russia)

Cheap Whiskey In Bed - Poem by Alexander Shaumyan

There's an empty arena
Where Obama once was,
There is too much confetti-
Now I've got myself lost.

I was writing to tell you
Of my feelings tonight-
But the noise and distraction
Have drowned the light.

With the way things are going
I can hardly contain
The hurt and the anger
As the things stay the same.

Someone recently fired
Hung himself from a tree-
While some passing onlooker
Said: 'I'm glad it's not me.'

Welfare, food stamps, recession-
Rebels turned to old farts,
Holding on to their pensions
And postmodernist art.

Yes, we are moving forward
To some dismal abyss-
Four more years of a conman
And more homeless bliss.

Christmas trees in the White House-
Fifty four trees in all-
Just more glitz and more glamor
Without a soul.

While they bomb poor countries
With remote controls-
Deaths of innocent children
Mean nothing at all.

While they dance in Hawaii,
Take some ocean cruise,
Freezing homeless bastards
Sleep in vomit and booze.


Poet's Notes about The Poem

(after Black Coffee in Bed by Squeeze)
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December 4,2012

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 4, 2012

Poem Edited: Wednesday, December 5, 2012


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