The Real America
2004-07-28 - 3:11 a.m.
before/after
strangely
non-functional guestbook
Sometimes I think there are two americas
not like john edwards
or any other phony politician may think,
and they're ALL phonies, dont kid yourself,
I like to romanticize, think things may be better than they seem,
the glitz and glamor of LA, the self obsessed ego of New York,
the trendiness, the starlets and models, maybe these are america
then I remember that no one articulate is truly american
we like our politicians to have a twang of redneck in them,
maybe its because we think that they might have some honesty,
or maybe its because it reminds us of ourselves
of the real america
the one you dont see on tv
the swollen, morbidly obeese america
the suv-driving-while-your-daughter-has-another-kid-from another-dad america
the america that watches wrestling and NASCAR
who wears cowboy boots and cowboy hats, but never goes near a cow,
who drink until they puke, sleep with girls young enough to be their children
and bitch about the price of gas, america
who has fat children of fat parents eating cream cheese stuffed french toast soaked in maple syrup at IHOP, america,
the america who likes bad movies and bad music
monster truck america, tractor pull america,
shit kickin america,
mullet wearing, gut having, laughing at hee haw reruns america
stupified by tv, america
mollified by patriotism, america
the sedate, inert, take-no-prisoners, take-no-guilt
no-acountability-for nothin' america
soundly-asleep-while-the-rest-of-the-world-burns,
america
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