Words in a Blender

Look at me, the words I wrote
And see how deep my soul goes
The terseness of my lines denote
I have no time for prose

Here a phrase and there a phrase
My disconnected pieces
Await your gaze and then your praise
I hope it never ceases

What? My words confuse
You poor illiterate fool
Never edit, say the muse
It is their golden rule

Pearls and swine shall never mix
There's my neophyte's cliché
And my relic word is betwixt
As partial rhymes give way

I hoist the verse for all to see
The masterpiece I tender
But critics cry my poetry
Are just words in a blender

America

America, where Capitalism is religion,
The Rich are it’s disciples
And the Poor it’s parishioners

America, where Education is big business,
Teachers are it’s wage slaves
And Students grist for the mill

America, where Heath Care is unattainable,
The Food Industry is it’s poison
And the Pharmaceuticals it’s addiction

America, where Politics is divisive,
The Republicans are the Democrats
And the Democrats are Republicans

America, where The Press is marketing,
The Reporters are it’s shills
And the Taglines it’s facts

America, where Fear is the governor,
Safety is the product
And Privacy it’s price

America, where War is profitable,
The Tax Payers are the investors
And the War Industry it’s stock holders

America, where Guns are freedom,
The NRA is a front
And Gun Owners it’s dupes

America, where the Dream is American,
The Lottery is the mechanism
And the Game is rigged