​ dining out in america now…

fried rabbit
and
possum stew
is all
the white house
gonna
offer
you
while they
dine
on corn-fed
beef
and
funny
little
fish eggs
from
russia
with love
now
don’t get
me wrong
as i
sing
my song
but
it
seems
to me
we’ve been
served
a wicca’s 
social brew

the whoreson must be acknowledged…

the-whoreson-must-be-acknowledged

it does not matter
that
the sun
shines
through
your window
on
this cold
winter’s day
warming
the comforters‎
of
your bed
as you
wake
for
darkness
envelops
the nation
as pathetic players
enter the stage
for
a tragicomedy
of
pantomimed promises
the players’ minds
cannot perceive
the sun’s reflection
in the eyes
of
your soul
nor do
they care to
for you
are
but
a commodity
and
they
the new
slave traders
offering up
your
flesh
to be scorched
with
corporate
or
government
brands
of course
dependent upon
the
highest bidder
your
righteous
complaints
of mistreatment
will be
addressed
with
more lies
ah
indeed
this
night
pities
neither
wise man
nor
fool