By Misti
Date: 2004 May 16
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There's Amy Goodman (and then there's Me)

Amy Goodman is your dream woman
...smart, politically savvy, balls to the wall
I don't think Amy Goodman cares about M.A.C. lipstick
and Las Vegas probably isn't her vacation destination
of choice

you had to tell me who in the hell Dick Cheney is
when you told me you were doing a show called
"Deface the Nation" that parodies George Bush
and right wing politics
I was in
told you I was a writer
even though I don't watch the news
or read the paper
the death toll in Iraq doesn't interest me
one dead human being is more than enough for me
there was a protest in town across from Frontier
your friend washed the tear gas from his eyes
at your apartment
I was working at Bra & Panties Land at the time
I would have gone to the protest
and gotten pissed and been arrested
and everyone in my life would have hated me
and I would have had to find a new job
and no one would have cared about my rage

my rage is the greatest thing I own
and it is miniscule in the scheme of things
I can't discuss politics because I don't know them
I only know what waste is
and corporate greed
and hypocrisy
and hatred and prejudice and ignorance
wearing the white robe of Christianity
stained with new blood everyday
everything for the glory of God
they are dead
our soldiers, their soldiers
their babies, their women
their old people with no teeth
but they are in a Better Place now
singing with the angels
hallelujah
no
more
bombs
no
more
Haliburton
no
more
American flag
whipping
over their deserted streets
imagine that
what a party, dude

i think up a collage
an American man safe and snug inside
his American house
with his computer and surround sound
and video games
and big screen TV
and stereo
and cd burner
and cell phone that plays the latest
Justin Timberlake or "American Idol" hit
yes, he is inside there with everything he needs
and outside there is a plague of locusts
and outside there are lesbian couples
trying to say I Do over the roar of bulldozers
trampling things down
to make way for more American houses
that will keep more Americans safe and snug
especially if they are white and Right and rich
and heterosexual
there are buildings and churches being bombed
God is a preschooler, suddenly
mad because Mommy and Daddy dropped him off at seven
and won't pick him up until six
so he is fixing the situation by stepping
on the Lego and Lincoln log villages so carefully
constructed by his pacifier sucking peers
God is an angry little boy wreaking havoc
on the little classroom world that smells of Windex
and cheap paint
but God will be better after naptime
and he will say Sorry
and pass out the snacks

i think of this and know i will never be able to pull it off
a political pop art collage
that would make you proud
there aren't enough magazines
there isn't enough glue
there aren't enough ways to tell you
that i am powerless
and i am poor
and what educated rich white men with booming voices
do to this world matters little
in my day to day life
of hand to mouth living
giving cocktail waitresses 50% tips 'cause God knows
I'll see them again
yes, i really don't amount to very much at all
which is why i hid from the Census people in 2000
but despite all of this
if you want me
you know
i am so yours.