America (the Brave, the Few.)

The American dream is timber and steel, chugging south towards Texas on screeching wheels and Indian tears, tumble-weeds and oil-pipelines bleeding the Badland’s blood from worn and torn Cheyenne ranch-hands, cowboys in cafes wearin bolo-ties chewin hamburger-steaks beneath overcast Eastern-Oregon skies, and hunted vagabond kids with dirt-smudged cheeks sticking out thumbs in a desperate lunge To be someone chuh-duh chung da chungg chungg what has

America

become