The boogie man is in the high castle,
the white-house is whiter than yesterday.
The baton will be handed over,
each careful not to brush fingers.
looking like a wino,
smelling like a tramp
ain’t got a penny
or a used food stamp
nickels and dimes, nickels and dimes
spare me a penny in these troubled times
dollars and cents, dollars and cents
shake hands with your brother makes no sense
The New Homunculus has ousted
any and all Colossi from the past:
the welcome mat is rolled up
- on its way to the Smithsonian.
‘Do not give me your tired, your poor,
your huddled masses thinking everything’s free,
the wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, far away from me,
I’ve doused the lamp beside the golden door!’
‘You don’t want me in America,
nobody free in Am-er-i-ca!’
I had a dream, I had a dream.
Inspiration/source material includes the work of Tom Waits, Emma Lazarus, Stephen Sondheim and Martin Luther King