Sleep Poet Forevermore
Sleep depressions await you
The Scarlet Letter pain too great
That the American dream is a fairy tale,
While one drifts between the sheets.
The prayers and the tears are real,
As one closes reality’s eyes in a sigh
Of the Conservative States of America.
The magnetism, the gravity, the deep pull.
That “Terminated for Poetry” dark feel of America
That rakes a soul to feel that they would rather die.
But the living suicide in a poet keeps awaking them
That goliath must see a daily sling shot of my Uni-Verse,
With 8 turn to 10 to 14 hours drifting in Our Fathers sleep.
God Bless America, why have you forsaken me?
Jesus, why did you weather me into Ben Franklin image?
A person that Republicans seem to despise in hate, as French.
That Christianity should be close cropped hair of militarism
That Jesus was a hippie Liberal peacenik with His Jewish tan,
That turns white, to be used in CEO U.S. segregated Churches.
That Bain America is this pride about investing in China
With its atheist socialist culture of Planned Parenthood.
Oh Liberals(not), how you have destroyed America’s workers.
We Christian Conservative CEO’s hate Blue Collar unions,
Preferring a People’s Republic(an) of China’s Christian union.
The pull of the Sleeping Princess shares these soft sheets,
She cuddles as a cradle in the warm womb of God’s love.
Caress that touches you in your hypnotic turmoil states of hurt
That “Terminated for Poetry” scar in American Democracy
That Corporate Freedom within a German hollow cast stain.
Tattooed resume reason forces you into the American Dream
That wasteland, where creativity withers the tattered torn tear,
Ripping you apart like Bain outsourcing “Termination for Americans.”
10% wanting a country club Marie Antoinette American Aristocracy.
Germany “Terminate” me in your Conservative German values
That one of your Conglomerates demanded 24/7 censorship
That Poetry was Verboten in an Alabama Home Sweet Home
That my Vietnam Vet right to vent my Uni-Verse was denied.
Lord, have them take a “Terminated for Poetry” branding away,
They already destroyed me, leaving a Catholic Holocaust after state,
Needing sheets in 24/7 suffocation that keep me Free Verse silent.
That words must cease, to exist in order to conform, on a blank sheet.
Is a darn German Conglomerate too German proud
To hand one a letter saying this poet was “terminated?”
They can then have the letter or we can burn it, shred it,
But please release me from a invisible prison of Scarlet Letters.
This poet is in Atlanta sleeping 14 to 16 hours a day
Waiting for human compassion to set me free.
Yes, you see how much my Uni-Verse means to this poet
That writing is a gift to be used, not a curse to be abused.
That I Rant, I Vent, in releasing stress within my poetic right.
The U.S. military needs to use writing to vent combat memories,
But today we are taught to keep everything inside - until it blows.
But that it is obscene to speak your mind, and must be censured.
One lives live inside sheets of reigning pain
Where the tears flow hard in weeping sorrows
Where the war stains the core - forevermore.
Got to go to sleep and await a German Prince,
God, forbids he kisses me awake,
But a fifteen minute session terminating me,
Would make my day, my year, my lifetime.
Meanwhile, I will go between the sheets
And say my Hail Mary’s.
I would ask the Pope
But he was probably upset
That Abuse of any kind is an “Abomination”
That Pedophilia is a grave mortal sin
They want that swept under the rug
That censorship makes a better Catholic
With that I will say a Hail Mary for the Pope
And another one for the German people.
Got to go to bed and be an American dead society.
David Lester Young (Franklin Doppelganger) 08/5/12