Capital… from Petty Gods Of Apparent Decline


The capital of Mexico
as everyone knows is Los Angeles

In your penury you recognize
nothing of poetry or music

Believing it comes free
for you anything will do

You see you’ll pay nothing,
stuffed with substitutes

Wealthier than you though broke,
I’m more than you could hope

Looking for blood and guts
your media rules apply to ghosts

You are destitute
a slip of attitude standing for

The amusement of those of us
abused in exile, alone in truth

©Dean Baker

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