A Nation's Sensations Of Obsession's Oblations

Written By Thomas Cox Flynn

Copyright 2013 Marvin Thomas Cox
dba: Marvin Thomas Cox Flynn
All Rights Reserved

In sizzling vibrations of sensual symbiotic sensations,

of tantalizing tempestuous temptation's tenured terrors,
in morbidly sought after glimpses of saddened wearers,
as singing songs sing sadly of saddest of sad oblations,

voraciously seeking vividly vague values of our nation,

gone grim in ghastly gobs of so gloomily ill gotten gain,
where my right is the right of might ignoring your pain,
caring less for your plight in focusing upon my elation,

my appetite insatiable in its ravenous raven like gorging,

as all that really matters is my right to live ever so free,
you must understand it is all about me, just me, me, me,
ignoring ignorable ignorant idiot idioms gone a whoring,

as nations wear war waging whimsical wanton destruction,

dreary disregard for death dictates a despot media's chatter,
civilians slaughtered slowly daily seeking life find the latter,
all hopes of peaceful lives lie limply lipid in lore disruption,

each life a universe uniquely unlike another now unraveled,

becoming fodder for fonder fields of free food to swallow,
consumed by belligerent bully black holes hungrily hollow,
spirits left to wander winding roads of sadness untraveled,

while dumbly we sit drunkenly in dimly lit homes depressed,

ranting in rages of randomly ridiculous ridicule running fits,
want a better job, bigger boat, newer car, wet bar, bigger tits,
caring less for dumb dopes dying daily, in our self obsessed,
 submerged in sultry steaming selfishly cynical surreal reality,
to give not a tinker's damn for a world's doomed desperation,
not giving a slivering sniveling shit for anyone but our nation,
until one day Karma's Wheel visits upon us our own fatality,

our sins heaped to the heavens come round as sorrow's reality,

the smoke of our destruction becoming incense to the world,
a pleasant scent in their nostrils as our flag no longer unfurls,
as our cries fall upon deaf ears in the midst of all our calamity ...

America the beautiful has become a used up ugly old whore,

banished from this earth, never seen or heard from anymore ...

(Written May 2nd,2013)