america is neverland,
the western waste of broken oaken dreams.
the fine surviving lines of dimes
the ten-faced golden child sighs,
the western world is tearing at the seams.
the jew-laced trace, the mediocre shows,
demonstrations, menstruations,
vaccinations, obligations,
demons and full-time hoes.
as a man-child grinds and smiles
and burns the world to forget
he knows.