Juice Online Poetry & Art
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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