The American Nursery Rhyme

Humpty dumpty sat on Wall Street. Humpty Dumpty had an unprecedented fall.
All senators and congressmen tried to bail out Humpty again. Cause when it’s raining, it’s pouring and stocks look flat in the morning.

Yankee Doodle came to town riding in a humvee
Winning the hearts and minds and forcing them to democracy
Yankee doodle keep it up, like fishing in a phone booth
Spend money you do not have, send the deficit through the roof.

Hey diddle diddle, syringe a little while grandma cooks in a spoon. Three bags full; one for the master, one for the dame and one for the banker who drives down the lane. Mix it up and make it nice, A penny for a little rock, a penny for a needle. That’s the way the money goes. Pop! Goes the Weasel.

This was the woman all forlorn that milked the system, that tossed the kids into the street to sell drugs and sell their bodies, to make money to buy the drugs and slay in the house that crack built.

Hush little baby don’t say a word, daddy’s past out on Thunderbird. If that Thunderbird sings, momma’s gone pawn a diamond ring. If the ring ain’t nothing but brass, somebody will hafta sell some ass

Arnold parnold pudding pie, knocked up the house maid and told a lie.
Liar liar, pants on fire catch Eliot and Tiger by the toe, if they cry let them go… In fact maybe just give him their own show.

A diller , a dollar, you were going to be a scholar, Why do you sleep so late?
You used to get up to go to work and now you’re on Section 8.

Jack sprat is getting fat and his wife is hardly lean. His arteries filling up and national health care is nothing but a dream.
Coast to coast, LA to Chicago who cares about geography? Freedom to find and choose for yourself your form of pornography.

If all the world were paper and all the sea were ink, if all the trees were bread and cheese, what should we have to drink?

Trip to Walmart

Larry the greeter from an era gone by when men held open doors and always wore ties. Smiles to the all the patrons of the Wal-Mart wondering just what hath god wrought?

I want to live in America. Everything is good in America. I saw it late on satellite. What I see has got to be right.

Single mother- three children of different fathers. Half brothers and sisters with steps and others.

I want a guest spot on Jerry Springer, late nights at Taco Bell. I want to give the president the finger. I want to be fat as hell.

Smart pharmacist in surgical blue. Old woman knows not what to do. Buying a plethora of drugs and Maalox too. Pharmacist yells so that she can understand.
“Your Medicare only covers a fraction in this plan.”

Big blonds and beer. Big tits and atmosphere. Chase queers in big trucks. A grande latte at Starbucks.

You who talk so loudly on a cellular phone, spinning rims from a pay day loan. Looking for sharp sunglasses, left the kids at home. Long white t shirt hides a stomach which has grown.

I wanna be a member of a health club. Tongue piercing, lap dancing and romancing at cool bars.

Hefty man with a brass knuckle tattoo, Confederate flag shirt and a missing tooth. Buying a windmill for the grass at the trailer park. Plumber’s crack in faded jeans. Abandoned cars, stray dogs and ripped up screens.

The motorized scooters and the oxygen tanks. Lotto tickets and Marlboro Lights. Have a coupon for the chips on sale. Partially hydrogenated heart will fail. Good health warnings like wind in sails. Muslim women shopping behind veils.

Mulatto children and blond women. Gang bangers in Elmo shirts. Doddering elderly and the grossly obese. Fertilizer, CDs and Cheddar Cheese.

It is all here in the biosphere, on a trip to Americana.