the perfect video game…

there’s mass destruction
manipulated humans
destitute children
no personal involvement
it’s our governmental games

 

the time machine…

Reynold Brown, Public domain, via Wikimedia Commons

most americas
have been living like elois
so unaware that
beneath democracy’s soil
morlocks are feasting on them

 

the book of dying 1:10…

so death decided to send angels
death’s fallen angels the soulless men
whose words enamored but were empty
blinding the eyes to living corpses

 

president believes…

believes doesn’t know
lots a things to believe in
tooth fairies and such
justice for all and of course
my treasured equality

 

presidential prance…

child
if you goes
dancing
with the devil
don’t complain
when
he steps
on
your toes
and
don’t expect
no
apologies
‘cept
some lies
uttered
with
a sly smile
seems
also
when the dance
is over
you’re
left
with
the bar bill
to
pay

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

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