Ronald Reagan

Posted: April 15, 2011 in Poetry

Even in death
You are
Worse than a
Hollow suit
Worse than a
Hollow head
Worse than a
Hollow tip bullet
Ideology

You are dead now
Buried in the west
Where the grass
Is always green
And the dirt
Is gold

There are streets and
Freeways and malls and
Airports and
Who knows
What else named after you
Because you
Were good at
Selling GE
And laundry
Detergent

Most importantly
You could sell
Yourself:

A lifeguard
And varsity
Football player
Who went
To Hollywood
And made it
And then
Became president
Who fought taxes
And won the
Cold war
Got on
His horse and
Put on
His cowboy hat
Riding out into
The sunset

Your myth
Is at our
Expense

You are
A product

You are
The bleached
Phony smile
That promises
Prosperity but
Brings misery

You are
The picture
Of the pope
On a bag
Of potato
Chips

You are the
Squinting icon
Of the
Credit card

You are
Death on the
Installment
Plan

You are a war
I don’t want to fight

You are
Norman Rockwell
With Marcel
Du Champ’s
Head up
His ass

You are the
Mother of
The moneyed
Manson family

You are the
Soul of
Gasoline

You are
The spokesman
For fat
Retarded
Hamsters

You are
South American
Hit squads
Cutting off the
Genitals of
Labor organizers
And priests
And stuffing
Them in their
Mouths

You are W—
The letter that
Bankrupted
Alphabets
Everywhere

You are the
Walt Whitman
Of
Wall Street

You are a
Cardboard
John Wayne

You are a
5-year old
Setting
Spiders
On fire

And someday
Thanks to your
Acolytes
You might
Just become
Jesus Christ

* Originally posted on Clutching at Straws on April 15, 2011

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Comments
  1. gunslingerpoetry says:

    there is a remnant of Ginsberg here, and i like it! the old man is smiling.

  2. Hattie says:

    The pope decorating potato chips, retarded hamsters, and burning spiders create
    momentum and push to the finish of a satisfying ride. I hear the remnant of Ginsberg here, too.
    Bravo.
    Hattie

  3. Thanks for the comments. Though I haven’t read much of his stuff, I’ll take the comparison to Ginsberg as a complement.

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