Howling at a Nation
Posted: Sat Mar 17, 2012 12:44 am
Your country is an insult. We use it to belittle
Adding prefixes to insults and orange in situ
My laughter makes you itchy, allergic reaction
I have never seen you giggle. Only hysterical frowns
You are the average norm. In all your grey glory
Staring at the traffic lights, desperately seeking green
You proved yourself wrong, declaring victory in a
deafening, predictable tone. Beyond torture
At the party of the primary school clique. No outsiders
The volume of the foreign folk swallows everything
You were disguised as politeness for a cursory second
But undressed yourself to reveal colourlessness
You’ve left me sitting, sinking towards my polemic
demise. Asleep and nullified. Not awake. Not dynamic
Nor any state in between. I only spend my time
internally and eternally howling at your nation
Adding prefixes to insults and orange in situ
My laughter makes you itchy, allergic reaction
I have never seen you giggle. Only hysterical frowns
You are the average norm. In all your grey glory
Staring at the traffic lights, desperately seeking green
You proved yourself wrong, declaring victory in a
deafening, predictable tone. Beyond torture
At the party of the primary school clique. No outsiders
The volume of the foreign folk swallows everything
You were disguised as politeness for a cursory second
But undressed yourself to reveal colourlessness
You’ve left me sitting, sinking towards my polemic
demise. Asleep and nullified. Not awake. Not dynamic
Nor any state in between. I only spend my time
internally and eternally howling at your nation