This is the Vegas of Middle America,
a giant playground made of water
for the pleasure of children,
their poor parents and the young at heart.
Strip malls lined with faux coliseums
Depictions of the indigenous coaxed
within the colonial gaze
and Noah with his menagerie
make up the city's landmarks.
The masses converge at the indoor
Mt. Olympus Water Park
In the middle of February.
Molting their puffy coats
They don trunks and swimming skirts,
And Parade amidst the Tiki adornments
And plastic palm trees.
They are waited upon
By teenaged life guards that quell
the simmering discontent.
Ten dollars gets you a locker.
It's not big enough for your belongings
so just hope that no one robs
you as much as the one percent has
stolen your humanity.
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