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Free form poetry about the state of the U.S. Mid West. |
Middletown I've severed my own arm once again Everything faded to black Then I woke up in Middletown Where once the machines roared Now their voices echo back from China Where our rich men have sold our soul An occasional puff of steam The smell of charred tires and wet paper Meth has transformed 30 year old women Into 80...two teeth, sagging... hopeless eyes Nobody smiles here in Metaltown Not even the old Ohio Jesters. I trod the dusty town streets The bank, still open, Duh! The town in its death throws Huge buildings crumble more each day It's cheaper to build a new town Than to resurrect the old glory Bricks fall to the alley way Like hairs from a barber chair "Excuse me sir, could you spare a dollar?" (The most commonly heard phrase). Ragged bluejeans stained with urine "God bless you, my brother" Why spit on what's already decayed? What we need is dynamite And Samuel Clemens to light the match This place is an embarrassment Someday, after the ice age The birds will fly over Piddletown Where no human breathes They've all scattered like wild dogs after gunshots. The sunsets will be lovely Even when none will place eyes to them Ivy and trees will swallow the bricks A statue of some man is all that's left of us. |