Las Vegas on our tongues
Sarcasm in our lungs
Winter brings a chasm
With bridges four planks short
Of completing connection
Seminal sphinx, brimming with questions
Are you chasing phantoms?
Are you chasing riddles?
Rid your little nation
of its anthems
and make-believe military engagements
Countries confined to rib cages
Based on empty constitutions
The capitol; a sand castle
Built upon a collapsing cassarole
The constant cold in bold moments
Ozymandias monuments
Crumbling into the sea
I was not the man you meant me to be
Wow!
Bravo! The last line is like a punch in the gut!