who me worried…

you needn’t worry
everything’s under control
just one minor point
as you head back to work you’ll
have to step over the dead

 

a tarnished holy grail…

the chalice
had
sharp broken edges
on
its rim
with
stains
of
blood
along
it’s stem
a
shylock merchant
said
it was safe
to
drink from
and
that the nectar
at
the bottom
was
an elixir
surely
used
by
midas
tho
the pungent
smell
of
death
permeated
the air
around
it
the odorous decay
of
souls
but
greed’s disciples
grasped
the chalice
and
drank
hoping
to
taste
the elixir
and
possess
their golden dreams
but
the chalice
only
contained
the
blood
of
fools

 

pangloss goes to washington…

i can’t find my tears
for all those loved ones who’ve died
anger overrides
my feelings of grief because
much could’ve been avoided
those who are guilty
proclaim daily all is well
sequestered from truth
they spin deadly webs of lies
entangling souls in death’s web
but crowds continue
to pay to see the freak show
con men continue
to promise what cannot be
nor in truth ever has been

 

rally at the white house…

dear trump supporters
there’s a white house open house
you’re all invited
tour the president’s office
get a kiss grope and hand shake
menu will include
barbecued rabbit and squirrel
so bring your weapons
to help capture the dinner
no rsvp needed
liberate your life
catch the covid-19 bus
for this pilgrimage
no silly masks are required
tots free from funerals inc

 

blameless and mentally blank…

there will be no words
to console you for your dead
for that would suggest
that government has failed us
you’ll just hear bring out your dead

 

covid-19 press conference…

while the emperor
describes his new clothes to us
ego spun details
off camera bodies pile up
and a child asks why he’s nude