razor blades in candy…

from
my
second floor apartment
i
could see
the brown bag prophet
wearing
a surgical mask
and
holding up
a series
of
signs
like
cue cards
the signs read
sweet exterior
economic incentives
inside the bill are dangers
hidden agendas
blank checks for cutting ada
hurting children and placing others at risk
social funding cuts and more
now really
is it an incentive or exploitation
the prophet
then turned
and
faced
another building

 

the book of dying 2:1…

death’s fallen angels always spoke lies
saying they’re mistreated and unfairly judged
claiming that truth is but falsehood
calling on men to protect them

 

chump change…

the brown bag prophet
said
looks like
the white house
is planning
another
sucker punch
to
the america
middle class
and
poor
offering
a thousand dollars
when
even
a single-parent family
in
iowa
needs more
than
3 thousand
if there’s
only
one child
but
i suppose
we could stop
building his wall
at
300,000 thousand
per
mile
and feed
more americans
and
restart the economy
but
then
he and his family
would
have to
stop
receiving
the welfare checks
we provide
from
our
tax dollars

 

editing and proofreading needed…

surely
had the poet
found
the right words
people
would have listened
or
read the words
upon
the page
and
rose up
from
complacency
to feed
a
starving child
or
to shelter
a
fragile soul
from
life’s storms
those
poetic words
that
would give
hearing
to
the deaf
and
sight
to
the blind
surely
had the poet
found
the
right
words
the
right
incantation
dead emotions
would
be
alive
for surely
no
human
could ignore
and
deny
such
basic
needs
of
others
to
exist

 

an unknown soldier…

he had been
dead
for
a couple hours
but
no one noticed
since
he often napped
in
the afternoon
in
the shade
of
the war memorial
to
vietnam vets
he claimed
that
the figures
on
the memorial
were his unit
and
the one
leading the charge
was modelled
after
him
lots of folks
would just giggle
and
say
sure man
that’s you
though
there was
a strong resemblance
anyway
he said
it’s my
right
to sleep here
so no one
was really concerned
about
his long nap
could have been up late
making the rounds
of
restaurant bins
last night
you’d be surprised
by
what they throw out
so
he may
have been feeling
like
a stuffed cat
needing
to sleep
more than usual
so
no one was concerned
until
the police
showed up in the park
along
with a contingency
of
border patrol agents
making
one of their routine
round up
the mexicans
and
vagrants
strategic operations
it was then
when
his friends
got concerned
he didn’t respond
when pushed
by
an officer
of
the law
he
just
laid there
motionless
someone
said
he got buried
in one
of those
national
cemeteries

 

i’m gonna sue you…

the brown bag prophet
was handing out
political pamphlets
which
isn’t so unusual
this time of the year
but
given his
general attitude
towards
politicos
i had to find out
why
he would support
anyone
he paused
and then
said
i suppose
you
like most folks
recall
the skinny little dude
who ran his mouth
all the time
yelling at others
and
calling them names
which
were
for the most part
characteristic
of
himself
and
when challenged
by
someone
who was going
to
kick his ass
he’d
run home
to
his mother
and
hide
as they say
behind her skirt
it’s kinda
like
the current president
hiding behind
the law
when caught breaking
the laws
of
the land
look at this activity
as
showing his mom
a youtube video
of
the little jerk