A day in the life of America
It once was a pretty book of pictures
on the coffee table in my parents' house
now it's a tear in the glass
cuz we're all crying out.
Auto execs take private jets to ask for billions they won't expect to pay back. It's the horse and buggy, asking for a handout while the Model T rolls down the road.
Friends lose their jobs.
Everyone who still draws a paycheck leaves a little earlier in the morning.
We put more of said paycheck away for the onslaught to come. Banks fail and drop workers like loose change.
Money slipped under the mattress becomes the more viable option.
People who have looked forward to no longer working find themselves signing on for one more year, maybe five, til the fear wears off and people invest again in the phantom myth of futures.
A house slides down a slope in the slick Oregon autumn, taking three houses with it. Four insurance companies impart the divine and say it was an act of god, so they're not gonna pay.
Some friends come home to build the nation.
Other friends dream of escaping to a warm beach.
Sarah Palin pardons a turkey then bears witness to another's slaughter. The attorney general passes out in a room of Republican pundits. Gas goes below two bucks. Somali pirates hold their ground, while a Saudi oil company preps to circle the wagons.
American pirates hold hostage 700 billion dollars.
A girl goes to sleep and tries to remember "Vision without action is a daydream. Action without vision is a nightmare."
Or doesn't sleep... daydreaming all the night...