“The American Dream”
Pundits preach from a flat screen pulpit
their condescending sermon of “I told you so.”
Unsaid, but understood –
it is our fault, we, the short-sighted middle class.
“The rainy day is here and where are your savings?” they sneer.
RAIN? This is not rain.
This is WATER-BOARDING!
Where are my savings?
I spent them foolishly, like a drunk at happy hour on payday.
On taxes, so fat cats can vote themselves a raise.
On gasoline, so foreign countries can build cities of skyscrapers and look down on us with ease.
On college tuition, so I can be the smartest person earning minimum wage.
Cut back, you say?
My belt is already cinched tight from hunger,
my eyes blur from sleepless nights,
my heart aches from telling my children “no” yet again.
Where is our New Deal?
Pundits – tell me where to find my lost American Dream.
In times like these we all must sacrifice –
Identify and vanquish gluttonies.
I’ll be the first to take my own advice
And do away with needless luxuries.
I’ll drive the Bimmer for an extra year.
Domestic wine is all that I will pour
And at the risk of being too austere
I’ll grit my teeth and keep the iPhone 4.
I’ll sit in Business Class to Martinique.
With 90 channels I will be content.
I’ll dine at home at least one day a week,
And cut my tipping down to 10 percent.
Do not suggest I’ve paid too high a price!
In times like this we all must sacrifice.