Cheap Whiskey in Bed
There's an empty arena
Where Obama once was,
There is too much confetti-
Now I've got myself lost.
I was writing to tell you
Of my feelings tonight-
But the noise and distraction
Have drowned the light.
With the way things are going
I can hardly contain
The hurt and the anger
As the things stay the same.
Someone recently fired
Hung himself from a tree-
While some passing onlooker
Said: 'I'm glad it's not me.'
Welfare, food stamps, recession-
Rebels turned to old farts,
Holding on to their pensions
And postmodernist art.
Yes, we are moving forward
To some dismal abyss-
Four more years of a conman
And more homeless bliss.
Christmas trees in the White House-
Fifty four trees in all-
Just more glitz and more glamor
Without a soul.
While they bomb poor countries
With remote controls-
Deaths of innocent children
Mean nothing at all.
While they dance in Hawaii,
Take some ocean cruise,
Freezing homeless bastards
Sleep in vomit and booze.
poem by Alexander Shaumyan
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