The Millennials

Mom said we could be anything.
"Just believe in a government."

So I believed in visions.
And a yogi believed in me...

Shooting up American Dream,
the elevator started to rise.
Freddy left to fight crime.

This is when things changed.

The new president spread diamonds
across the city hall
and built a Proper New York
out of the hull of two gun shells.  
     
Susan launched a weight through the screen
when she shaped the body of a beast
that she had wanted.

We talked of Freddy from time to time.

She out-benched the Elephant Man.

Ages back Steve returned to Marx  

baby Henry
and drank a beer to alienation.
Bragged plunging poverty
and sterile medicine.
Gave Marx a state we called Genosha
while pulling our laughs.

I'm a capitalist through and through.
Didn't soar the pepper sky like Alice.

But dropped six pounds on a homeless man.
He could buy a block, but broke his head.

Smelly vegan cows age into tender thick-burgers with broth.
You can be anything you want...

We found Alice and a broken neck
in a jello of arms we called her wings.

Freddy alleged a villain had negated Alice's propulsion.
Promised he'd visit the Hall of Doom
after escaping the sirens
from the rebirth of Hitler
he killed valiantly in the street.

Steve misplaced the time machine
in reference to a "clocking-in" that manipulated the hours nine through five
in which the apparatus may be lost in a flux.

Susan the Strong exposed the ulna bone of her fractured arms
when attempting to catch the girl:  
"She fell through. Here is my mortality."
Alice must've gained the density of ten men
if Susan broke from one nine story fall...

But the corporate suits were good to me:
in a quaint apartment wearing the white robe of Jesus,
checked my room across the hour,
muted the brimstone of fake New York
when I said I knew the president.

I collected sticker star bonds on the bedpost for the checks that I drew
signed "American Dream".

Calling for a —
a gold bar to test the faith,

my routine powder drink kicks in,    
protein,
protein because my desk jockey is watching my diet.
And the elevator post winks.