Smoke Gets In Your Eyes
October 10
11:00
2012
JOHN BENNETT
(this piece is re-posted from Bennett’s email list of Shards)
My fellow American looks in the mirror and sees Hummers and drones, smart phones and I-pads.
My fellow American works out in the gym, confusing ego with fitness.
My fellow American thinks the Third World should put more umph into it, even while the Third World and his slowly merge.
My fellow American is a puppet.
My fellow American is hoodwinked and proud.
My fellow American was put together by the world he thinks he put together.
My fellow American is an ugly American.
He thinks he’s the cat’s meow, the apple of the whole world’s eye.
He knows the sun spins around him along with the rest of the universe.
My fellow American does not believe there are aliens in outer space, but if there are, by God, well bring ’em on — that’s what NORAD’s for.
My fellow American didn’t fight two world wars for democracy just to give up the oil. What kind of saps do they take us for?
My fellow American sees the world thru a TV screen and he doesn’t trust Mexicans.
My fellow American’s heart brims with scorn for the heretic and a fierce love of Jesus. He takes a big bite from the apple and then another until he’s down to the core.
The payback once the bubble bursts will be brutal.
Find John Bennett’s novels, short stories, and shards at Hcolom Press. You can contact him, or get on his Shards list at: dasleben@fairpoint.net
Right on, John. You’re in voice, as always.