Barely the Minority?

Posted: December 16, 2015 in Poetry

They’ll watch tv like blind dogs…
Buy lottery tickets
Listen to the same old songs
And bitch about taxes under
The compulsion of stingy despair and piss
Away their coins in slot machines
As they piss themselves
Yet enjoying their bitterness.
Yet functioning despite their hopelessness.
Yet unaware of their absurdity.
Yet seeing dignity and entitlement in it.
Yet proud of their ignorance…
Finding comfort
In the certitude
That only half-ass religion and
Patriotism can bring…. On Sundays
It gets them a 25 percent discount
Off of the privilege
Of a personal relationship
With the savior.
On some days it’s something
That they don’t even think about.
And on other days, it’s the only
Thing that sustains them
As they patiently wait
For their compensation at the end of days.
This isn’t a town somewhere.
This isn’t a city somewhere.
These are a multitude of lonely enclaves
Of humanity
Barely the minority
A cheap
And a reliable source of
Renewable destruction
For everyone and everything else.

* originally published in Haggard and Halloo, August 31, 2009


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