Rediculosity

Do you want to know
what keeps me up at night,
what makes my stomach
tighten up, clench
at the mere thought?

Do you really want to know?

Well it’s like this….
We work so hard to
learn so much to
be so much to
do so much
all in such a rush
no time to blush
grab a bite and go!
But why, tell me why
do we do “it”
at all?
(What is “it” anyway?)
Tell me why.
Do you know why?
Well, do you?
DO YOU?
Let me tell you
something….
“Tell me,” you say.


No time
these modern days
to sit down anymore,
and share meal familial,
staring, baring ourselves
in the light of the real
reality we’ve created,


alone,
isolated,
bombarded by
screen crawls,
pop ups,
sound bytes,
downloads,


all remote-controlled
by our tweets and our
socially-networked
personas tucked nicely
in the palm of your hand.


Still don’t understand?


Take a swig
of that imported water
while driving by
smellified local lakes
festering fish
choked on phosphates,
foaming mistakes
of our fathers.


Drive your foreign car,
taking you far
in that safely bubbled
artificial that so
coolly preserves you
into the perverse


Lead-painted, Wi-Fi’d
dollar store universe
that now makes you
self checkout,
yet outlaws beggars
on the streets.
Cover them with sheets,
roll up your window,
pretend to make a call,
turn your head,
drive on by….
Imported goods
outsourced jobs
sold out pride
quality lies
home grown pain
by home towners
long forgotten….
How have we gotten
so low?


How can you
pretend not to know
our strength,
our government
(and power)
of the people
by the people,
for the people
lay  crumbling and rusted?


This land was a place
entrusted to us
One Nation, under God.
Indivisible.
Yet, divided, we fall,
fall from grace,
trying to save face with
the rest of the world….

Drive those prices down, now,
come on, lower than that.
Work it.
Break the competition,
break it.
Cracked our foundation.
Buy now,
live in the now.

Eat,
drink, and
be merry now, for tomorrow we…
Oh, just do it now.
Gotta do, gotta do
gotta do do DO.
Hurry up!
Right now!


Pay later. Worry later,
 
Much later, worry about it all
tomorrow….


Well, folks,
later is NOW,
and payback’s a bitch.
(except when you’re rich,
and we sure ain’t, nope,
not anymore.)
Foreign countries
now own our stores,

foreclose us,
slamming the doors.



What have we done?


The politics of fixing
this mess are simpler than

mud-slinging campaigns,
not about
assigning blame,

Tea-Party this,
Socialist that,
Labeling, distorting,
smearing it all
Into meaningless,
mediafied mumbo jumbo.



What’s left that’s in-between?
Such a bipartisan pain in the ass…


But, as a nation we
should be ashamed of
what we’ve become….
for talk is cheap, and
we’re all flat broke
with the chipped,
plastic fake

of broken promises and
airbrushed tomorrows.
Spare me from
strategically-placed
photo-ops—why not spray
dispersants on those
oil-slicked honey-tongues
into shutting up for good?


We can do better than this,
can’t we?


“We the People”
lull ourselves into
watching sunsets
on HD wide-screened
LED jumbo-trons,
globally warming us
into feeling brighter,
better, more alive
than we really are.


The remote tepidity
screams
of the sheer
rediculosity
of it all….


Supersized lives
downsizing
doped-up dreams,
bringing us back to
what seems possible.

 
Gotta get back
to the basics
of who we really are
what we really need right now.
It takes more than
a world about me
and my YouTube,
takes more than you’re
willing to see
this very second,

takes all that you’re
able to be and more


Do you have what it takes?
Do you?  Prove it.


What will we leave behind
for our future?
They deserve so much more
than a “taste-but-don’t-swallow”
experience, don’t you think?
No more social experiments,
we’re no Petri dish.
We can only change by doing.
Doing together.
United we can stand a little taller.
Take my hand,
don’t be shy,
Get off the couch,
we have to try
day by day,
one day at a time.


Do what we can,
where we can,
how we can,
when we can,
all we can.
While we still can.


After all, it’s home, it’s here,
it’s what’s left to do….


Written by Eliza Jane Farley Gomez
September 22, 2010

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