Vogue

from wall street banks 

            2 big 2 collapse

 2 

an empire of 

            “status quo” 

clinging 2 life on the backs

            of dead blacks 

and

                       2

clut - tered 

            defacto x -tian morals

and 

                                                small town white amerikkka 

            risen like a crimson tide wave

crashing 

            and ripping

and stamping 

   the blue and white vase 

            that once held daff O dils;

Come on,

vogue 

                                   let your body 

move

 to

 the 

music.

from fat stacks 

            and fast cars

 2

buildings    towers    tv shows

2

“let’s build a fence” 

            2

                 it was better when Reagan 

was      pres

         i

dent

            2

we’ll build “wealth” thru interest rates

on education

 loans

and homes

            and everything will be great 

as long as “wealth”

 is created

            for executives

making more in 1hr 

            than a laborer in 1yr

Come on,

vogue 

                                   let your body 

move

 to

 the 

music 

from where we stood 

            2 

here we are

            2

this is the way it is 

            has been 

always will be

and

            from 

once upon a time,

            back when i your age…

            2

we’re at war 

            and they’re crossing here! 

Come on,

vogue 

                                    let your body 

move

 to

 the 

music 

donald trump

            michael pence,

sitting behind wooden desks

            commanding departments

full of dicks;

            that are just as ig 

                                    nor

rant

            they’ll cut back

all the net’s 

            demolish the EPA

take away our right to 

            choose 

insist 

            that it

was never a right

to lose

Come on,

vogue 

                                    let your body 

move

 to

 the 

music

                                                and all I can see

                                                is the wasted earth,

                                                her soil turned from rust

                                                to ash;

            and when I think

            about the song

            that once was sung

                                                                                    tears fall from my eyes.

                        we’re departing for our journey

                        and there is water;

                        the river is vast 

                        and the air is cold.

                                                the boat rocks

                        and we’re packed together so tight 

                        that even if we tried to step forward, 

                        we’d fall backwards into mist that 

                        now is all that can be seen.