it ain’t nothing new a time tested recipe drop into the pot handfuls of fear salt with hate stoke the fire with lots of lies when it’s nice and hot pass the brew around and watch as hatred takes hold as mindless disciples drink ignorance’s sacrament now they only hear the incantations you spew willing to follow and do your every command without a moral compass defying their own beliefs
let’s all play a game
it’s called who’s left with the blame
the rules are simple
players deny involvement
throw someone under the bus
in a tweet or press release
ill informed public
then are asked to make judgments
as to who’s at fault
those who are wrongly accused
but found guilty lose the game
the winners get elected
prizes are substantial
a lifetime full salary
get to accept bribes
from profiteers and others
but best of all is that rules
are now made by the winner
they started out
like
butterflies
flittering from
one
voter to the next
pledging
that their bright colors
and
promising words
were
the ones
to be heard
and so
naïve patrons
of
slot machine voting
pulled
the lever
and watched
the wheels of ignorance
spin their choice
into office
oh
but the payline
spun quickly
moving
from
public service
to
self service
so
the voter’s coin tray
didn’t pay a cent
ah
but
the elected official
like a casino
raked in
the profits
getting richer
and
fat with greed
like maggots
on
the corpse
of
society
noticed quickly
seats
carefully rearranged
filling in
the blank spot
left
by a departure
but
everyone stood
none
of the guests
spoke a word
confused
by
the obvious
where
to sit
everyone
had assigned seats before
claiming a new spot
without guidelines
required
realignment
of
their thinking
asserting their beliefs
about
their position
in
life
what if someone
disapproved
of their selection
might that not lead
to another departure
perhaps
their own
might it best be
to just stand
swaying back and forth
i built this tree-house from which i can observe the heavens and the earth without worldly influence except for the occasional bee or sounds emanating from the pears i’ve harvested and dine upon it’s an excellent place to resolve issues of the soul a soul that grows so weary of hypocrites and bullies those self-selected strawmen suckling on society all the while protesting to be our savior deliverer from all evil as well as all the cash we may have lying around and although their derelict dreams dominate the national cartoon networks i am of good cheer for next year’s another election year
i’m so sorry your existence has been grossly misrepresented in the media that prime time coverage that boosted our ratings about deaths in your neighborhood have shifted to tweets by presidential candidates in the wee hours of the morning indeed babbling about bubble gum issues but that’s what the public wants to hear so corporate decisions of profits over public responsibilities had to be made perhaps you could die again
the brown bag prophet was outside city hall selling replicas of the american constitution when he stopped me and said i understand they may recommission the house un-american activities committee in light of recent comments by a candidate for the presidency of these united states seems like now the questions will be rephrased more like are you now or have you ever been a member of the republican party
Read Between the Minds 