Homemade Products

Are we not,
All homemade American products?
Patriots pledging,
Our devotion...
To a capitalistic material fed society?

Who is it not wishing to devour,
More than they can get...
To store and pack in an attic.
Or in a two car garage.
Not even one car can fit.

Are we not,
Citizens of a democracy?
To use and explore our entitlements,
For the purpose to greed and feast.
As if gluttonous beasts?
And then to complain,
Of who is undeserving for wanting more.
With this to believe,
Others are lazy and should be ignored.

Are we not,
Homemade products of a selfishness?
And taught to disrespect,
The ones of ethnic diversity.
We learn not to accept.
Because of an appearance and image,
Does not reflect...
Values and standards,
To worship them praised.
With a doing to protect and defend,
Our hypocritical ways.

Are we not
All homemade American products?
Marketed to buy,
Whatever it is sold to us to sell.
With a doing to protect and defend,
Continuous lies we tell to ourselves.
About a greatness a togetherness,
Has been accomplished.
For all of us convinced to have achieved!

Well...
Some of us of those,
More media exposed.
And living behind gates,
Electrically closed.
With uniformed hired guards,
Inspecting to protect pretensions kept!

Aren't we all,
Homemade products?
And creations of our neurotic beliefs?
Although...
With a doing of it as normal as possible!
As to not attract...
Unsolicited or unwarranted attention.

'Driver?
Please signal to my entourage,
Not to follow too closely...
Behind the limousine.
I'm just going into the grocery store.
To pick up a few things.
That's it.
And God knows,
I am in no mood to be noticed.
Now,
If you don't mind...
When you pull up,
To the front of the store.
Not intending to stop or block traffic.
Go inside and remind the manager,
To announce my arrival, casually!
Ugh...
I don't know what it is,
But...
For whatever the reason,
I am feeling discreet these days.

Oh, yes...
And before you go,
Please roll down my window.
About five to six inches down.
There is no need for my fans,
To suffer through my anxieties!
Hand to me my sunglasses.
No, no, no.
The other much larger ones.'