American Dream in Overdrive
Obviously enough, we have signed on
with an adrenaline-ridden mother-beast,
with a racing father war-machine,
with a big brother sporting hungry eyes.
And while we may despise
our sticky situation,
our preposterous predicament,
our failed fundamentals,
most of us are asleep at the wheel.
Like belching beer-bellied NASCAR fans,
we watch as car 42, the American dream,
veers off the course into imminent danger.
Tires spinning madly just to hear the squeal,
wheels wobbling impatiently,
signaling an entire meltdown.
This shit went to the pits seven years ago,
just to fill up on petrol and to replace
common sense with common criminals.
Sure, we're in first place, but the
thought racing through my mind is
"Only ten laps to go"
until we tear up our contracts,
fire Big Brother and work to
fix the flats with a little help from
the "Mom and Pop" shop…
Race on, citizens…Race on !