Roadtripping around our country

In Big Apple time, the good life’s a rigged bet
all those wannabe rainmakers so afraid of getting wet

Around Jerseytown, where the accents are thick
it’s what in it for me or just fuhgedaboutit

Detroit’s hollowing out, becoming an empty shell
it’s the soul of Motown for whom the pealing bell tolls

Outside Chi-town, the slaughter is in the yards
but in ’68, it was done by Daley’s Praetorian guards

Entering North Dakota, well don’t that beat all
a woodchipper orchestra is the state’s siren call

Just what’s the matter with dear ol’ Kansas
struggling to reconcile it’s present and past

In the plains, farmers grow red, white and blue
but Monsanto requires you show which seed you grew

It’s a gorgeous green and wet in the Great Northwest
trees silently fallin’ feathering logger barons’ nests

Ol’ Portland’s both down and up with the hipster scene
but Humboldt County’s different with its going green

San Francisco’s gay and we welcome it that way
while the Anarchist’s Handbook is indecipherably fey

A certain captain Cooked their goose out Hawaii way
but bad spellers still fantasize of a welcoming lay

The mantra in LA is one of be all that you dream
but you’re a failure if you still look like you or me

The lights never dim even when leaving Las Vegas
where manna meets the definition of god and goddess

In Rio Grande baptisms, it’s where the myths float big
hyperbole festers quid pro quo through leaves of fig

OK City life was shattered but not by those Muslims
no, it was score one for the society of feral humans

Over in Birmingham, where four innocents died
brown’s the new black ’cause time it just don’t fly

Across the state of Florida, call it just a quixotic fad
how in the GOP, so many more are now named Chad

In South Carolina, the state motto’s tells a tail
‘join me and together we’ll plow the Appalachian Trail

Across the country, prosperity flags wave from steeples
as a re-crucifixion of Jesus is the order of the people