...So when do the hangings actually begin?
The cold war cowboys got their aces stacked so high
that they really are immune to tribulations and fair trials, ...
for the red-eye annihilation of the said pie-in-the-sky? ...Really?
With all th’ intellectual movers & shakers, dream-makers-love-takers
of means, cameras & good-enough aim walking the fashioned granite
& parquet floors of the free world, the Morsites & Sons are [what?]
: Given carte blanche conquest of all things tangible dujour?
The worst imaginable case scenario is actually going to occur?
...with the myriad of other tacks this civilization might have took?
...the Tritangential League Jabba the Hut sorts are in reality booked...
to succeed in enslaving the many for sake of the few...in an across
-the-board-holier-than-thou world-class fck-you:
A futurshock & all-out high-brow feast of the beast? Sheez!
Because there’re just too many hungry...mouths to feed?
...While pushing the notions of their hole-ly Hierarchy on the knoll
...to seal the deal with a bony boatman across the sea of petrol;
...& wielding the silver-spoon-born village idiot as their prop:
...Inarticulate good-ol’boy berserker’s bastard sword @the top?
This is the scenario, no more/no less? NO!, ...surely u jest....
Makes you wonder why Jor-El aimed his progeny @the West....
The ludicrous sums of what & what continue to...filter up
For whom? For sake of paranoia ...& control of the cup:
Of the radio, th’ market, or th’ kid’s rock & roll?
For sake of more & more & more & more to the toll;
...for sake of ritual: ...fancy dinners at 200 per God wearing soul....
& fond memories of burning midwives in the seedy town square
...and of the time when church AND state, bedding together, learned to share:
Shook dirty backstage hands and gladly fed the hoi-polloi their fetid fate...
in bushels of rotten tomatoes (thy rod & thy staff discomfort intestate)
Mocking dread meekness & the beholden non-loving working-
Class rates; ...eat your carrots and pass-the-plate rule...?
It’s easier to be an azzhole...then it iz to be a good guy!
It’s as if the benevolent one’s never even tried.
...there’s No wonder why Superman died, ...
There’ll be no dancing in the streets tonight;
No ode-to-joy for our beloved grandchildren to invite.
Not on this watch: Plutocrat hummings of a sort,
some with dubious family-trees...
& more dubious domestic ports,
...when the price of a beanstalk bean
goes up a mad cow a week [on canned explanations]
...& a glass of water is a spin on a rigged roulette wheel.
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years learning to be frugal with the budget,
yet it appears we find ourselves pizzing-away
astounding levels of money every month...net
just to keep up with the cost-of-living in this
sardonic anti-gravitational economic trend...
towards efforts & income being siphoned...
straight up to the upper 1% of humanity’s
not-nearly-so human movers & shakers
of the good people’s tree of hope & prosperity
Foul times indeed, m’ friend, ...& yet there is
surely some neighbor, right about now, ...
claiming exactly the opposite, & with verve:
Standing at-the-ready to cancel-out my vote
with an easy antithesis to notions of liberty
& an inspired national trend-up toward a
New Renaissance of munificent hope
& ideas.
It’s as if the benevolent one’s never even tried
...there’s No wonder why Superman died, ...
