I AM A BRAGGART
I am America, and I am a
doomed braggart : my hills and
my valleys shall crumble, my
mouthpiece is an idiotic megaphone.
Listen to me now, and hear me out:
I never wanted this, I just grew tired
of the living, I spoke for the denizens
of the dark; I wove tales, I broke spells.
There are only shadows left. The people
teem my sidewalks in delirium, a staggering
new-death of opaque approach. They are
know-nothings, and they twirl with glee.