America Asleep
America, you snooze away, a fat cigar dangling from your snorting mouth. Eyes squinched shut, like a China man's, glaring beneath your white sleeping cap. And shadows of your money on rouge, your nosey bad leaders, your foot ball players, cast upon your bodiless fat head, with California lying in your ear. So cold, the cap in which you doze. The cap in which you bulldoze wives and children with lives to live... "CAN, a duh," you dream... I can fly. Sign in to see full entry.