Unpatriotic

I confess it
I am unpatriotic
A disease
A cancer to society

I admit it
I have remorse
I lack the ability to lie
I find the act of shopping to be a bore
And I disagree with the practice
Of starving others so that I may have more

I am unpatriotic
And I must be eliminated

I am a plague because
I know 401 K Plans and artifical sun tans are scams
Because I am aware that the cell phone is a tracking device
I must be muzzled like a horse.
Because I realize that Globalization
Is just a fashionable word for Colonialism
Because I prefer carnations to semi-Automatic Rifles
I am a threat to national security
That needs to be squashed like the bug that I am

I am a villain
An enemy of the state
For I understand that money
Is the weapon that cowards use to commit murder

I am a menace
As I am unable to assassinate the poor
While preaching about Liberty and Freedom
I am an evil who possesses the audacity
To care that our leaders are
Enslaving children in South America
The gall to worry about mothers
Being raped by U.S. soldiers in Iraq
I need to be lynched for
Believing it is wrong to steal land and water
From innocent families in Africa
I should be sent to the guillotine for
Spending more time reading books
Than watching the television

I am a terrorist
I hi-jack planes and fill them with compassion
I am a suicide bomber with 25 lbs. of
Equality strapped to my chest
Burn me at the stake before it is too late

I beg you
Please build a rocketship to
Launch me to a place not
already controlled by this place
Banish me to a distant star system
So I can no longer spread my poison
Of truth sympathy and love
Exile me so you may kill
And oppress And steal And imprison
Without the interference of
Belligerent interlopers
Like me

The futility of funerals

We do not end
We pass justly from one chamber to another
We make a costume change for the next scene
We become uprooted but never disconnected
Finite but always seamless
We are a seamstress sewing emptiness into matter
Folding matter into emptiness
Is just an occupation
We interrupt ourselves occasionally
In the middle of
A sentence searching for proper punctuation
We are the fluctuation of heat and cold
We are a story in the midst of being told
By ten million strangers
We are the ebb and flow of the tide
Consistently erratic
Incontinent energy
Haggling with our frames for one last dance
We pass periodically from the arms of
One mother to another
We become
We alter
We drift into and out of being but
We do not end