DOG BEACH

I walk the beaches of a skin-cancered country,

A land where a nihilistic refrain reigns,

Where the youth are iced and insolent,

Parents have pock-marked arms and collapsed veins.

I wander the streets of cities soiled by sleaze,

Paying high prices set by the casino’s hogs.

Rip-off merchants outnumber honest vendors

And old age pensioners have fewer rights than dogs.

I watch to see if our rulers respect our history

And observe only snouts seeking the richest trough.

It’s seems Orwell was right about trusting pigs;

We’ve not had a real leader since the days of Gough.

I would wish for death but I can’t afford it

And I don’t want to be a burden when I expire.

So I’ll find another country that will tolerate me;

I’ll go there to die and donate my sins to its fire.