america first….

the brown bag prophet
stopped
me
and said
did you ever
see
disney’s
the grasshopper
and
the ants
the one
where
the grasshopper
says
the world owes us a living
cuz
it reminds me
of
current
commitments
to
the world
and
our nation’s
people
government
wants to play
and
dance
to their own music
being
more locusts
than
anything else
but
winter’s
going to come
and
i fear
we’ll
not
be prepared

when the boogie man tweets in the night…

tell us again
the stories
of
how true love
endures all
how
dreams
often
come true
how
logic and truth
can
overcome evil
and
corruption
oh
and
don’t forget
the one
of
how there’s
some good
in
everyone
and
i do love
the
justice for all
mythology
those stories
make
my blood
run
cold
these
dark
scalding
puerto rican nights

uncontrolled wildfires…

unable to breath
each day we’re suffocating
hate and fear’s wildfires
ravage our humanity
a burnt out shell-nation’s left

the federal trade commission act…

i stopped
on my way home
to check
on
aunt bea
when
i entered
the front door
she was watching
the evening news
something
about
white house responses
and
accusations
hurled
at
senator corker
she sighed
and
said
given what’s going on
in washington
these days
the federal trade commission
is going to be
totally helpless
if
they attempt
to protect the public
from
a marketer’s prevarications
since
advertisers
will be able
to
in court
use
the persuasive
legal precedent
provided
by
the president
that
their ads
are
not
deceptive
they’re
just
alternative facts
it’s
starting to feel
like
we’re going
to have
a plastic chicken
in
every pot

goat glands and political paints…

the brown bag prophet
said
we need some
pest control
seems to me
the president’s
midnight
tweets
are nothing more
than
splashing brightly colored paints
on the national house
to distract
the media
and
us
from the fact
that
political termites
are eating away
at
our democracy
most of what’s said
is
nothing more
than
the old classic cons
which
people
continue to
fall for
by the way
you wouldn’t possibly
need
a bridge
would you

when america died…

no one made a sound
lining up to drink the kool-aid
hands over their hearts
singing national anthem
forgetting what the words meant