“You work three jobs? … Uniquely American, isn’t it? I mean, that is fantastic that you’re doing that.” President George W. Bush —to a divorced mother of three.
We need to support the poor
with handshakes and shoulder-pats
of patriotism. They need to feel
that the penny-jobs and the slumped bones
are the traits of True America.
If placed within admiration’s glow,
they will never see the endless hours
as slavery. Their children will grow-up
and be proud and never change
their fixed place, allowing perfection
to forever rule and remain.
An attempt at political poetry. Even though it’s supposed to be ironic I think it still comes off as a bit preachy.