you drank

      the black liquor
 of your

   racist forebears 
and called it
     good
  but  you were blind drunk
you swept up the college
sawdust
 with the arm of a Cambodian child

running naked toward the photographer
    you slept under the sheets
of a college professor

who told you all economics

are Marxist
 and you smoked pot in the glass shelter
of your ignorance

Television was good and you wouldn't back down
not even in the face of

mounting economic realities
but you lived your life

 under that shadow of your
refusal
to participate

  with the nuclear bomb madness burger store
who got French Fried
in Polyponesia
   what's really the Atoll

 and you paid the rent

  no matter you couldn't draw your own hand
you were better than that
          you were better than them
you knew it

 who cared that
    no one else did
you got laid

and then it all went to hell
slowly and assuredly

  but it didn't really matter at that point

you had moved on