The Ridiculous Age

Our sound-byte democracy,
the corporate fields of cubicled cattle grazing on Kentucky Fried Chicken,
the anarchic arteries of commerce pumping the blood of ancient animals,
the cheap hypnotists we call news anchors,
the feudal resorts complete with electric moats, lagoon pools, and cajun eateries,
whole cities of foreign slaves chained to the oars of the American galleon,
universities packed with uniform minds:
the blind lecturing to the blind,
egolomaniac MCs pimping in the name of Martin Luther King,
the gold-badged parasites sticking in their billy club straws wherever they find unprotected flesh,
even me, its wretched, irrational bard:
IT'S ALL GOTTA BURN!