born on date in poetry

I want an Interdependence Day holiday
where we loudly celebrate how
we’re all in this together and
need to help each other.

May this day be the beginning of our second independence
from a born-rich idiot who lives in shitty castles and
generally doesn’t care about a goddamned thing except
being really famous and
making sure his children are even richer and
even crazier worse human beings than he was.

This is our
Interdependence Day, baby, and
we don’t need either Bill Pullman or
Bill Paxton to tell us all that.
Whichever one of them was in those movies.
I don’t think even they knew.