The Aftermath of Our Bloodbath

“Hey Fascist, Catch”
has lit the match
and opened up the door
his hateful speech
had a long reach
see Charlie hit the floor

Kirk had a right
to spit his spite
and stir the grievance pot
but in the land of guns
for everyone
Tyler took his shot

Kirk was no saint
he lacked restraint
always punching down
crass and loud
he played the crowd
and hyped the orange clown

Hey Fascist, Catch”
has lit the match
America is burning
In the aftermath
of our bloodbath
is anybody learning
?

Now a nation mourns
with hate and scorn
temperatures are rising
no call for calm for the five-alarm
fire on our horizon

We ought to run
from martyrdom
not pin it to our chest
not canonize
the hateful guys
who scream
that they know best

With much at stake
it’s time we wake
and embrace our better angels
not reach for guns
and act like Huns
or rage like a deranged bull

“Hey Fascist, Catch”
has lit the match
America is burning
In the aftermath
of our bloodbath
is anybody learning
?

No Kings

Oligarchal Kings

are here to clip your wings

to tell you how to pray

what to feel and what to say

what to teach and who to love

who to push and who to shove

to curb your speech and cuff your hands

to make you kneel or make you stand

to make you see and make you hear

to make you stay or disappear

Oligarchal kings

are here to clip your wings

strip the marrow from your bones

make you bow before the throne

control the information flow

on what to learn and what to know

to kill the spirit of the free

to kill the truth of you and me

The oligarchs and kings

are here to clip your wings

The Yellow Tangerine

Sing to the cadence of “Yellow Submarine” by the Beatles.

In the town
where I was born
lived a boy
of wealth and greed

and his dad
was full of scorn
at his mediocrity

The child failed
in many ways
and wasn’t liked
by anyone

Dodged the draft
and spent his days
trying to shaft
the moon and sun

Now . .

We all know
he’s a yellow tangerine
yellow tangerine,
yellow tangerine

We all know
he’s a yellow tangerine
yellow tangerine
yellow tangerine

Russia knew
his debt had grown
So, they groomed the tangerine
and they threw
this Don a bone
To help him beat
ole Hillary

Now . . .

We all live
in a Donald Trump regime
a Donald Trump regime
a Donald Trump regime

We all live
in a Donald Trump regime
a Donald Trump regime
a Donald Trump regime

Bezos, Musk,
and Lindsay Graham
Zuckerberg
and Taylor Green

create the grift
inside the scam
that’s getting more
and more obscene

Now . . .

We all live
in a Donald Trump regime
a Donald Trump regime
a Donald Trump regime

We all live
in a Donald Trump regime
a Donald Trump regime
a Donald Trump regime

Epstein’s list
of pedophiles
is of course a great concern

that is why
the Tangerine
wants the congress to adjourn

He’s a crook
and fascist thug
a narcissist extraordinaire

But to some
he is a drug to help them deal
with their despair

So . .

We all live
in a Donald Trump regime
a Donald Trump regime
a Donald Trump regime

We all live
in a Donald Trump regime
a Donald Trump regime
a Donald Trump regime

Is This the End?

Democracy versus Autocracy

MAGA the psyop Vlad velvet confection, no missiles exploding, just bloodless dissection

Pitting and plotting while spinning a web, get rid of sad pols like low energy Jeb

Replace them with barkers who grift for a living, wrap Christ in the flag and become less forgiving

FOX propaganda a new-age religion, the bread of brain dead, blood suckers, and pigeons

Populist fodder, cultural crack, farmed in the foul breath of Trump’s loyalist hacks

News is now tribal, with no true reporting, FOX is the bible, a church for consorting

Where lies lead to lust for the ignorant masses, gaping and raping in their Eva Braun glasses

Troubadour tribesmen of white patriarchy, pied-piping pitchmen for the new oligarchy

Putin has puppets, Elon and Don, a triad of fuck-wads running a con

As we sit on the sidelines and watch it unfold, blind to the history and too dumb to be told

We’re becoming the fascists we used to despise, and the good becomes evil, right in front of our eyes.

The new Jackboots are black suits with boatloads of money, they carve up the landscape and horde all the honey

The rest will subsist on crackers and crumbs, treated like losers, vagrants and bums