My Ford, my Freud,
How can I forsake thee?
Crossed myself with the sign of the dollar
And baptized into the communion of consumerism.
Forgive my moments of indiscretion,
Those moments of succumbing to the ideal
Of the Kingdom of
The sick shall remain sick
And the hungry shall remain hungry…
God is dead…
Long live the American Dream.
-Originally written December 12, 2007