Show, Don’t Tell

Americans are like two-year olds—
by bright pictures
of apples, dollars, guns, cars,
breasts and testicles.

Try to convey a thought–

In America, to live is to shop.

The world is no more cruel
than it ever was.

If good or evil could be predicted by skin color,
this country would make sense.–

And they shake the crib, cry, scream,
"Don’t tell me anything.
Show me the pictures."

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