ain’t nothing to see here…

just dead body piles
oh you may know some of them
but the president
bets you’ll forget them if paid
so how much does your soul cost

 

how mcdonald’s et al destroyed the world…

everything’s
fast food
what we
eat
read
and
how we
contemplate
the world
around us
it’s easy
to do
ipads
and
watches
deliver
takeout
predigested news
served up
with
side dishes
of
calorie laden
commercials
for
our consumption
carefully conceived
and
cooked up
by
monetizing
algorithmic
corporate chefs
and

since
our minds
are not feed
anything
to chew on
the
political
and
marketing lies
are
easily digested
by
democracy’s
couch potatoes
who
without
any
physical effort
on their part
not
even
the consumption
of
weight loss pills
still manage
to
lose
significant portions
of
their freedom

with your own hands…

why so many graves
have we entrusted our lives
to those who care not
can we not see that they have
asked us to dig our own graves

 

i’ve taken to my bed…

 

doctor says
it’s
all in my head
but
i’m still
having
difficulty breathing
it’s as if
all
that
i’ve believed in
has been drained away
from
my body
so
i’ve taken  
to
my bed
each day
when
i try to rise
i find
that
each
breath
that defines
freedom
has been
taken away
so
i crawl back
to
my bed
wondering
how can it be
that
this nation
once
a symbol
of
freedom
and
justice
has become
a cesspool
of
personal greed
and
arrogance
that’s why
i’ve
taken
to my bed
but
the doctor says
it’s
all
in my head

 

do not disturb…

i must
apologize
for
my
verbal outburst
such
behavior
has become
quite
inappropriate
in
an age
of
denial
i
should have
ignored
the
indiscriminate
and
brutal
slaughter
of
palestinian children
and
accepted
whole-heartedly
the
sexual assaults
of
women
and
the adultery
by
the
leader
of
the so-called
democratic
free world
resigning myself
to
a judicial
and
congressional system
that
has failed
every
american tenet
of
justice
and
just
sipped
on
my white chocolate latte
and
been
happy

 

wax museum…

wax museum

almost
life-like
these figures
promoted
by
corporate sponsors
and
university alumni
crafted
images
to win awards
no matter
what the crime
made
from
actual measurements
of
the living
scanned images
of martyrs
that have turned
common lumps of clay
into
perfect
mantel pieces
with
realistic facial expressions
of honesty
and
honor
moles and wrinkles
airbrushed out
like
their crimes
against women
and
all others
manufactured perfect proportions
accept
for
the soul