a den of thieves…

life's garment

the edges
of
the dream
have frayed
the finely
woven stories
of
youth
have
not
held up
over time
the rough surfaces
of
reality
have worn away
the protective
layers
of
myths
and
the religious strands
of
those
gospel weavers
and
preachers
who
now stand
indistinct
from
the sinners
they
warned
us
of
their robes
now bare
clear marks
of
truth’s whip
and
their hands
are dirtied
from
the coins
gathered
from
the temple floor
money changers
now
tell weavers
how
to run
the looms

lost refrains…

lost refrains

i
want
to sing
a happy song
one
like
i’d heard before
but
i can’t recall
or
find the words
and
the only chords
i hear
are those
of
discord
even in the pews
where
psalms
of
love
once
filled the air
now
are
permeated
with
putrid
political
incantations
from
self-deified saints
who merely
sing hate’s sour notes
or
mouth the words
and
meaningless meanderings
of
every charlatan
that’s
ever lived
but
if you happen
to
know the tune
and
better yet
the words
please
sing
it loud enough
that
we may
all
hear it
again

gang violence…

gang violence

crimes range
from
theft
to
murder
millions have died
it’s about
long-standing rivalries
common
criminal activities
designed
to
accumulate
money
and
power
unrivaled levels
of
violence
a race war
with
semi-
and
fully automatic weapons
used
for
drive-by shootings
and
residential persecution
and
in an effort
to
enhance
their reputation
they’ve
been willing 
to stage
violent attacks
against
women
and
children
this gang problem
in
the us government
has been
inflamed
by
the infiltration
of
gang members
to
the supreme court

go tell lois lane…

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folks watching
the screen
with
talking heads
that
mouth
the right words
of
erida
the ones
fools
want
to hear
believe
they’re superheroes
but
they don’t
don
a magical cape
or
have
superpowers
no
they shield
themselves
in
body armor
and
grab
assault weapons
then
slither out
to
slaughter
unarmed
women and children
an act
of
bravery
like
no other
of course
the real
heroes
are
those hiding
behind the screen
whose
vomit of words
is readily
consumed

better than wordle…

better than wordle

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

government job postings…

money to be made
don’t be afraid it’s a game
we get elected
then the cash starts flowing in
from inside trading and such
like bribes i mean donations
voters don’t watch us
they just hear all our sound bites
they pay us to steal
that’s right real double dipping
it’s salary plus commissions
just for pretending to care
public service gigs
as elected officials
can make you some real money
dividends keep on coming
even when you leave office
so as i have said
forget an honest day’s work
join the elite few
who don’t work for a living
but get other’s hard earned cash
apply now at ceb

putin republicans…

putin republicans

let me get this straight
you’re voting for grave robbers
those stealing pennies
from eyes of mass grave victims 
and would rob a dying man
my warning don’t close your eyes

 

zero day…

zero day

political hackers
bending laws
exploiting flaws
words twisted 
into new codes
that mold lies and fears
into for-profit-ventures
like televangelists’ sermons
funding carnal pleasures
with nonredeemable promises

 

 

gifting…

gifting

after being robbed
a fool was asked by a man
on the street for alms
his empty purse was given
turns out the man was the thief
purse sold for a fine profit

 

 

a passing interest in…

a passing interest in

voyeurs of murders
neatly dressed politicians
at home drinking wine
calmly watching war’s horrors
stressed waiting for stock reports