America tell me your woes.
Write them out in all kinds of plays and prose and poems by artists of all kinds.
Artists who don't spend their days telling me about queer wizards who shit in the hall-
I want a statement piece where a Black man meets his
White girlfriend's family and we all leave
wondering how we'll be able to sleep at night knowing
-- he wrote a sketch show first --
Give me your tired, your poor, your huddle baby boomers who have failed us
Let us write their sins not in a book of tragedies, but a 10 part Netflix Serial Doc
we'll ask them all not to Panic
as we hang The DJ At our local Disco!
(You know they are coming back in style, right?)
I ask you if political vine comps and my Facebook feed turn your stomach.
I briefly mention the on-goings of a liberal arts college that you would think
thinks a bit more liberally--
Where 8 men live on a campus of women and we still can't catch the rapist?
Its 5 am, do you hear that sound?
It sounds like a 72 year old man typing away on his phone while sitting on a gold toilet.
Idea - hear me out…
We'll have John Mulaney rewrite the Declaration in 280 characters or less and see if it's worth
10K in retweets
I'm sure it'll be worthy of a mention in the next election
Mark my words with all your dog whistle tones
Tell me why for 10 years I got most of my news from a man pretending to be a racist
And now watch that man pretend like the absurdity of this current administration can be
boiled down to jokes delivered in a tight-five at the top of
a late-night talk-show
Set up my Spotify queue to only play Childish Gambino for the next 10 hours
I really would like to know if This is America?
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