hesiod's works and days (a reading by glenn beck) WORK IN PROGRESS

america, america
how many times
can i repeat your name,
america,
and have you still mean the same thing?

america,
I've read hitler and I've read hesiod
and
I've seen the riots in greece and france
and
I'm racked with guilt about the new world order
because I consider it the worst kind of evil
and I know all about the worst kind of evil.
its heavy, like the sixties, america
and it won't leave you alone
until you smoother your children with
memory foam pillows
until you strangle your grandparents with
the tubes from their ventilators
until each and every one of us forgets
about the original intention.

The original intention, america.
I know all about the original intention.
I know all about margret sanger and the family unit.
I know all about g. bernie shaw and the killing camps.
I know all about Abraham and the twelfth imam.
I choose issac and I'd do it again.
I choose israel and truth.
I choose the objective because there isn't any other.
I choose freedom because my mother committed suicide when I was 13.
I won't lend anyone a hand who couldn't help me in the end.
and america
the end is close.

america,
I've put in my time.
I've signed my name.  twice.
but in baltimore.
but in philadelphia.
but in detriot.
but in camden.
but in compton.
but in new orleans.
but in the bronx.
there are cultural problems.
there are handguns in the streets
and cars on fire.
and you can't go fishing with Jimmy Stewart
or hunting with hank williams jr
and beer costs too much in the cities anyway.
and america
the end is close.

come out and stay
your last few days
in a bunker made of concrete.
i've got freeze dried food
to last a few weeks
and after that we'll see.

from the distant countryside,
goodnight america

oh, the oul a priori argument again.
i don't buy it.
which part?
all of it.
any of it.
there's none of that stuff.
that priori stuff.
none of it, but saying that there is
makes things make sense
in a real
simple
way
and don't we all like simple.

a stunt

sometimes things get delayed.
that went well.
it is a tricky thing
to manage
sometimes.
better that nobody knows.
these things happen.
technical things.
technological in nature.
logical, but in the technical sense of the thing.
fucker. there was a night
when
the only way
to continue the play
was to try
even if it don't make sense. what was
that line?
and what is the important lesson? what is the
audience suppose to sense, seeing you
talking through a television set, Macbeth
and the murders.
wait for it.
wait for it.