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

spiritual edification trump’s thinking…

staring at line
inside starbucks
the brown bag prophet
said
the russian government
could not have
expected more
from
the president
they elected
for the united states
their agent’s
america first
homily
has divorced our nation
from
the world community
affording
china
and
russia
with
numerous opportunities
to replace us
as
a world leader
and
as
a trusted partner
on global concerns
seems
we have a man
attempting to run
one of the world’s
largest budgets
that has filed
for chapter 11 bankruptcy
six times
and
has cheated
common man contractors
out of their
due wages
i not saying
this constitutes
a vote of
no confidence
but
i suspect
there’s going to be
long lines
at
our nation’s
soup kitchens

conscription of thought…

ideas tailor fitted
for
public consumption
developing
an
acquired taste
for
the objectionable
killing
becomes
an act of faith
or
a necessary price
to pay
for
fill-in-the-blank causes
the
sales personnel
for
these marketed callings
dress
according
to
the product
being sold
wearing
symbolic uniforms
conveying
a contractual covenant
with
soon-to-be-named
and
documented deities
official
evidence
provided
upon request
from
handwritten human text
since
deities
rarely write
but
are more than willing
to
incite
romantic writings
quite
digestible
to
a core
of
white caned followers

welcome to yesterday…

the new welfare recipients
ain’t looking
for food
or
cash money
no
these folks
want to ingest
political dribble
based on
their own
fanatic fantasies
they want
someone
to tell them
that
prince charming
will be arriving
on
the 4:30 crosstown bus
and
will deliver them
from the evils
of
literacy
so
they’ll gonna get
all
dressed up
in
racist gowns
made
from the finest
secondhand sheets
then
they’ll head outside
sit on the stoop
with
a case of bigot beer
and
shotguns of ignorance
screaming
at passer-byes
that
they need
to go home
screaming
as
they scratch
their diseased flesh
flesh
irritated
because
underneath
their sheets
they’re wearing
foreign-made jeans
and
walmart imported suits
thus
representing
america’s finest
home-grown puppets
handled
by puppeteers
wearing
stuard hughes
diamond editions suits
for
gardening