Go Home America, You're Drunk

This country today

Is like getting

Drunk at a party.

At home,

Before you go,

You’d rather stay home

And smoke pot,

But you convince

Yourself its “social”

To go,

That you should,

And when you get there,

You realize

That one girl

Makes sense.

You scrap out

A few sentences

And life seems

Worth living, but

Eventually you get drunk,

And everything you say

Gets turned into a punch line.

Reviews

[Raef C. Boylan]

Everything lately does seem a little overdramatic (like how people act at parties) and surreal (like the good kind of drunk feels). If I'd wrriten this, it would be more preachy. Your writing appears more sympathetic towards the country and yet I can't quite get a grip on the tone of this poem.

Re-reading the analogy...
The narrator can't be bothered with most of it - "Before you go, You’d rather stay home" - but is in love with certain aspects of America - "That one girl Makes sense". But then he's bemused by the whole scene - "everything you say Gets turned into a punch line".

This is good. Your comparison to being drunk spoke to me, and the overall piece challenged me to engage my brain. Cheers.

[cwwood]

thanks for the kind words. glad to find someone worth talking to on here. keep reading and writing, I'll do the same.