In Orange Country
I am free
to read what I like
to ignore my dislikes
believing
I am a truth-seeker
In Orange Country
if it is published
shouted from a podium
broadcast live
or cast as a meme
with graphics and rhymes
glorified
then surely it is truth
The pundits are gods
In Orange Country
I am too weary
to resist
the distraction
of entertainment as news
I feel right
and wronged
sitting on my couch
I feel justified
In Orange Country
my parents rejoiced
when I was born
never guessing
my destiny
as consumer
I borrowed
to buy
I am blessed
In Orange Country
All things
packageable
were invented for me
Convenience is a boon
In Orange Country
My heart’s desires
have atrophied
Choice is a habit
I have failed
In Orange Country
I must rise
to the remembrance
of the person
I was meant to be
discard the binding
of social conformity
recover the promises
of Creation
hear the whisper of worms
the judgment of the future
I can become again
Failure is a habit
to be defeated
I believe
I am not alone
I am not alone
I am not alone
Lelanda Lee 2-24-17