An experimental poem for #clmooc

Dream
the American
Defining

Who are we? And how dare we evolve!
“For purple mountain majesties
Above the fruited plain.”
A bully on the world’s playground.

We are narcissistic to a fault:
calling ourselves the future’s last, best hope –
a white picket fence, a nuclear family,
Daddy wearing a coat and tie to work,
a spare bedroom for travelling guests.

A false sense of elitism
cancels out our everyman-ship.
They say a fish can’t survive
in water that’s too pure – so let’s
just have a cupcake and call it a day.