Leavin' Trunk

I’m packin’ my leavin’ trunk, Honey,

I sure am. Gettin’ outta Dodge, an

artful codger. Ain’t nutthin’ in America

I left behind, ‘cause the America I knew

is already long gone.

Ready, steady, go! So long, and thanks

for all the music and art, what you should

have been paying attention to instead of

losing touch with your souls because it 

was easier that way.

Kmart, Walmart, all the marts ain’t smart,

but, smarter than you. Do you ever wonder

why you feel the way you do, or, just let the

doctors, pundits, priests and politicians 

tell you? Belief is just a swallow away.

Some are not asleep, see the scheme 

of things externally controlled. No President

has been as reviled as Trump. Just that

should give you pause, but, no, hysteria,

democracy in action, is the action of this 

mob.

So, no thanks, you’re welcome to your world,

the one you created while you weren’t looking.

I don’t have to ask what’s cooking.