missed america in poetry

oh but that we
could just stuff ourselves
with the emptiest of calories
and drift on off to sleep free
of our shared responsibilities
never having to wake up
never having to make
the choices that are
existentially tough

oh but that we
could give into our
cultural diabetes
eat the carbs and
skip the shots
get out while
the getting’s good
and drop it like
it’s hot drop it
like it’s hot drop
it like it’s hot

oh but that we
could let ourselves
off so blessed easy
we cannot, though
instead it’s time
to go harder with
the health let go
of illusory wealth
to help and further
finally accept help
set down that cheap
foolish ramen pride
it’s time to ride
time to ride