Middle America -------------------------------------------
I feel like drowning middle America in its blandness
Please bring on oblivion
I can't stand the complacency any longer
Please let me choke to death on white bread
Instead of staying here
Or let someone strangle me with my jeans
I hate this uniform anyway
I suppose that I can pretend
That I'm in Tahiti to make it bearable
Until I want American things
Then maybe I'll gag on a Coke
your right america is the same everywhere you go, it may seem great or better than where you are from for a time when you visit other places, but the logner you stay somewhere the more it seems liek where you lived once before, great write, and i especially loved the last line!
this crazed rant was in no way what so ever directed at you, Cuddle. it was a response to a previous comment somewhere in here. your poem was divinely inspired to have opened up so much dialoge. as usual, you were right on the mark! Levi's and Coke can be lethal in large doses! lol
Very nice write, though it could use a tiny bit of smoothing out. Jut a tad though! i take it you don't like it in South Carolina then, eh? I would give anything to be down there with my family. Keep writing! `Sicobe
Yep, you can travel from one side of the country to the other and find the same store, restaraunts, chains and chains of mediocrity....You stated this so well....whitebread and blandness some Coke on the side..