| Juice Online Poetry & Art
Publishing since 1970 | ![]() 2008 |
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My Parade Rain, rain, rain Rain on my parade Why don’t you Tell me how the icebergs will melt The Arctic ice caps will be green grass Warm sunshine Polar Bear corpses And Penguin bones Tell me how the fresh mountain air I breath Is worse than a fresh pack of Marlboros That first drag so sweetly satisfying And full of death Tell me how my brand new SUV With it’s surround sound system Color televisions Italian leather interiors And excellent mileage Is a machine of earthly destruction Tell me how my temperature controlled home Puts off more pollution Than rush hour on the Golden Gate Bridge Tell me how Spot’s waste Washes into the storm drains Out to sea Contaminating my lunch Caught fresh that very day From San Francisco Bay Tell me how my 2.5 children Have no future to look forward to No earthly legacy Then ask me why I don’t have another I wanted the American Dream What I got was a global nightmare So go ahead Rain on my parade Juliana Vargas |