This is a riff on the great poem “America” by Allen Ginsberg. It's just a trifle compared to the original, which is located here.

Background:  Our hero has just been laid off from Cheneytek (a defense contractor).

Cheneytek

Cheneytek, I've given you all and now I'm nothing.
Cheneytek, You’ve butt fucked me with a missle.
Sure the Chinese are cheaper than me,
But will they love you back?
Cheneytek, 10 years experience, a condo, a 401K, is this all I am?
My design will never fly straight.
The wrong people will die, does that bother you?
Do you ever smell the crispy bodies from your shiny little missles?
Darfur, Bagdhad, Kabul.
Isn't it great the impact of all this human misery has on the stock price?
Cheneytek, I'm a beige man in a beige land, surely we're safe from all that shit. 
My office, apartment, even the sky.  All beige.
I wear kakhi every chance I get.
My impression is that you believe America is really just a big collection of people who buy your shit.
Is this what our soldiers died for?
To give us the right to bear arms, drive our SUVs and shop?
Even on Sunday.
Even at 3am.
I’m obsessed with the internet.
I have to be connected all the time.
The greatest collection of knowledge, a tremendous human achievement.
I use it to look at porn.
I love breasts.  I could watch them all day and often do.
The cantilevered way they stick out.
How can something so big and soft just hang in the air like that?
I gave up living with my only begotten son for a perkier set of tits.
I have known them all already, known them all.
Email courtship, meet at Starbucks,
Measuring out my life with plastic spoons and sipper lids.
Live free or die trying?
Shit Happens?
Life is good?
Can you please tell me which T-Shirt to live by?
How can I print my holy litany on cotton in 5 words or less?
But I digress.
Will the crazy arab bogey man get you?
Or the last drop of oil?
Or will the sky turn to muck and roast us like an oven?
Surely you know it's all coming down soon.
And that kind of thing can’t be good for the stock price.
Cheneytek, Is this the party at the end of the world?
Cheneytek, I’m a mouse, middle-aged and antisocial.
But you’re a dinosaur.
So I’m going to stop running on your wheel.

The beginning of Sordida

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