introducing…

jackie’s
a lady
of
the night
she’s
originally from detroit
but
now
resides
just around the corner
from
the brown bag prophet
she’s not
particularly attractive
but
available
for
those
seeking her services
always
dressed
to
avoid the attention
of
the police
but
appropriately
for
keen-eyed clients
she
arrives
at her work site
just
as
i’m leave work
offering
without shyness
her
opinions
regarding an array
of
issues
tonight
jackie
said
i work
hard
for my money
but
those
prostitutes in washington
just
open their mouths
for
the money
and
then
do it
to
the country

complaint…

we
the people
of
the united states
bring forth
the following causes of action
and
allege the following
one
plaintiffs
are
everyman
and
reside in everytown
two
defendants
are
elected officials
and
at the time of this complaint
were
residents
of
corporate purchased seats
of
government
three
on
or about
december 19th
2017
the plaintiffs’ contract
for
helping constituents
and
representing
the
interests of
their districts and constituents
was
egregiously broken
plaintiffs
bring forth
the following counts
and
allegations
supporting their cause of action
count 1
negligence
defendants
failed to perform
the duties
of office
in a safe and effective manner
leading to
injuries sustained
to
the plaintiffs’ financial future
and
national debt and well-being
damages
wherefore
plaintiffs seek
compensatory damage
in the amount
of
the defendants’ salaries
and
corporate kickbacks
with
attorney fees
and
court costs

twas the night before christmas…

sporting
a red blazer
and
a santa’s hat
the brown bag prophet
said
happy holidays
adding
this is the time
of
year
when our thoughts
turn to
turkeys
hams
and
roasting
nuts
we shiver
as we consider
that
little fat man
and
the mindless elves
that
serve him
but
they are
all
quite jolly
as they
stuff their bags
with
our tax dollars
and
corporate kickbacks
it’s a good thing
santa’s on his way
cause those guys
in
washington
are leaving us
with
nothing
to play with
i hope santa’s travel documents
are in order

love jihad…

copyright cwmartin 2012

i
found myself
confronting
the brown bag prophet
when
i noticed
he had a sign
reading
purity matters watch who you marry
i said
how could you promote
such a racist theme
he said
this has nothing
to do
with race
or
religion
well perhaps
religion
since politics
is really
the new religion
in our nation
surpassing all morals
purported by the standard set
of
spiritual themes
you see
the prophet
said
there’s a new jihad
a
love jihad
where innocent democrats
are marrying
republican jihadists
trained
at secret locations
like
mar-a-largo
they’re taught
to use their sexuality
to
convert these love-sick puppies
into becoming
well
members of this new political sect
where
all human values
and
interests
are replaced
by
a blind obedience
to
the political party head
by the way
would you care
to make
a donation

under garish glow of tweets on the screen…

the brown bag prophet
said
seems to me
that
the moral majority
has been
replaced
by
the core
of
corruption
who’ve
lifted
deception
as
the golden calf
to be
worshipped
by
a nation
of
shylocks
who seem
to
totally relish
dancing on
the
shattered constitution
with
congressional prostitutes
dressed
in
publicly funded
flowing robes
robes
of
red
white
and
blue
but mostly
white
and
as for
the original
ten commandants
that
are
the foundation
of
major religions
well
those
by
presidential decree
and
his personal validation
have been
reduced to powder
under
the grindstone
of
greed
oh
how we need
another
miracle
from god
something other
than
a burning bush

ain’t your…

since we know
you have
a short
little
attention span
we’ll start
with
the bottom line
we ain’t
your
anything
i
ain’t your brother
and
she
ain’t your sister
i
ain’t no pimp
and
she
ain’t no whore
i
ain’t on unemployment
and
she
ain’t on welfare
i
ain’t waiting for salvation
and
she ain’t waiting on you
i
ain’t like your pedophile president
and
she ain’t like his playboy reject
i
ain’t gonna shuffle
and
she
ain’t gonna shake it
i
ain’t hateful
and
she
ain’t fearful
we could go on
but
i think
even
you
can grasp
we
ain’t
your anything