Black Friday

From THE OLD BEATNIK, my one act play:

O America
if Paris had kept his cock in his pants
would a thousand ships have failed to launch?

O America 
if you had kept your cock in your pants 
would you have built your city not on a hill but in the valley? 
If you had kept your cock in your pants,
would you have settled for a destiny less than manifest?

O America 
if you keep your cock in your pants, 
will our sordid history finally come to an end? 
Let me tell you the sad truth, America: 
your history has been driven by the one-eyed tyrant between your legs.

America, here are your divorce papers 
I can't live with you any more 
We are too different   

You get noisier every year 
with your ad campaigns   with your patriotic speeches 
and I cherish silence 
for reflection and self-discovery   

You think change is progress 
and I think change also kills what does not need changing 
rituals and cycles lost forever   

You are forever buying things 
a hoarder of possessions 
and my mantra is Less Is More 
my essentials on my back   

You worship the dollar 
and I worship the blade of grass 
breaking through the sidewalk   

You want to save the world 
and I want to save myself   

America, here are your divorce papers 
I don't want your City on a Hill 
I don't want your Manifest Destiny 

I sing the music of the universe 
My soul is dancing to Mulligan and Miles 
and my spirit soars like a bird

Deemer, Charles. 3 Plays About Family . Unknown. Kindle Edition.