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Sympathy for the President

Sing to the tune of “Sympathy for the Devil” by the Rolling Stones

Please allow me to introduce myself
I’m a man of greed and girth
Been around since 1946
Learned from father that wealth is worth

Remember the Republicans
had their moment before I came
cowered, caved, and complied
and forever changed the game

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name
Spreading hatred all ‘round
Is the nature of my game

Stuck around New York City
When I saw it was a time for a change
Called Vlad and his ministers
Melania screamed in vain

I rode that dark
birtherism train
to kill hope and change
on the open range

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name, oh yeah
Spreading hatred all ‘round
Is the nature of my game, ah yeah

I watched with glee
as the MAGA crowd
beat and tazed their way
to our darkest day

I shouted out
“Who killed democracy?”
when after all
it was you and me

Let me please introduce myself
I’m the god to whom you pray
I laid the trap for Ukrainians
and dashed their hope on election day

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name, oh yeah
And spreading hate all ‘round
Is the nature of my game

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name, oh yeah
But what’s confounding you
Is just the nature of my game, mm yeah

Just as every pol is a criminal
and all the sinners’ saints
my lies are truth, just call me President
one that’s dipped in orange paint

So, if you meet me, show some courtesy
have some sympathy, and some fear
use all your well-learned politeness
or I’ll make you disappear, mm yeah

Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name, oh yeah
But what’s confounding’ you
Is the nature of my game

Torch your Tesla

Torch your Tesla

Elon Sucks

Burn those fucking ugly trucks

Screw the racist Nazi King

And his Orange ding-a-ling

Don’t despair, you have a choice

Use your wallet as your voice

Resist the darkness of this troll

Buy a Ford or Kia Soul

Keep the hope and dream alive

Be cool about the car you drive

Don’t be fooled by all the noise

From boisterous bullies and their toys

Torch your Tesla

Elon Sucks

Burn those fucking ugly trucks

Screw the racist Nazi King

And his Orange ding-a-ling

Cash and Ka-Ching

We live in the land of cash and Ka-Ching

led by a thug who wants to be king

crushed like a bug if you don’t kiss the ring

watch Atlas shrug and the pendulum swing

Democracy’s dead

America killed it

There’s Ukrainian blood

and America spilled it

There’s a new world order

and Trump has fulfilled it

Democracy’s dead

and America Killed it

An anthem of hate

is all that we sing

we ransom our friends

on the end of a string

“You don’t have the cards”

we have all the bling

give us your minerals

we’re racketeering

Democracy’s dead

America killed it

there’s Ukrainian Blood

and America spilled it

there’s a new world order

and Trump has fulfilled it

Democracy’s dead

and America Killed it

We live in a world

of billionaire chums

chewing on steak

and tossing off crumbs

pigeons and porridge

cogs on a wheel

hope suffocates

in containers of steel

don’t tell us about

the pain that you feel

you pigeons on porridge

you cogs on a wheel

America’s dead

Donald Trump killed it

there’s American blood

and Donald Trump spilled it

there’s a new world order

and Trump has fulfilled it

America’s dead

and Donald Trump killed it

Young People, it’s your Time to Shine

There’s a crook in the race who’s a felon

 all his tweets are full of misspellings

let’s put him in jail

protect pussy and tail

and bid adieu

to his fat ugly melon

Democracies don’t breathe on their own

a voice ain’t the same as a phone

Kamala’s the traction

for you to take action

to keep Donald Trump

from his throne

You walk in the booth and you pull it

you beat him with ballots not bullets

don’t sit on your hands

or wave from the stands

you have to commit to the fullest

Trump’s Veep is creep and a fraud

a populist prick with a sword

beware of JD

he’s cruel and shady

and thinks he’s

the hand of the lord

Our democracy is starting to teeter

we don’t have much time on the meter

walk into the booth

cast a vote for the truth

and swat Trump away

like a skeeter

It’s time for a new generation

to save the soul of our nation

with a foot in the door

you’ll settle the score

And send Trump to his

incarceration

You walk in the booth and you pull it

you beat him with ballots not bullets

don’t sit on your hands

or wave from the stands

you have to commit

to the fullest

I Sea You

I watched the tide roll in last night

perched on the jetty

from which you were taken 

I listened to the nineties grunge playlist

on the iPod they found next to your

rusted tackle box, abandoned pole,

and dented cooler of ocean water and

discombobulated seabass

before heading back to my empty apartment

full of dusty photos of you and me

Bonjour, Borg

Machine learning Chatbots
And neural networking
Generative AI
Is that robot twerking?

Dystopian dice thrower
Orwellian wise
Miss Information and Mr. Disguise

Deep fakes and cupcakes
and fungible tokens
Can’t learn from mistakes
If nothing gets broken

Big data dildos
the tech market thrives
tech moguls huddle
to fuck with AI

A sprint to the finish
But where are we going?
Dimmed and diminished
We’ve no way of knowing

Autonomous AI
we’re lost in the loop
we bob in the broth
like bones in the soup

The question to ask is
where does this lead us?
Robot ranch farmers
to herd and to breed us?

Encrypted and scripted
We sharpen the knives
To give to AI
control of our lives

The Process

He sits in solitude with his paragraph 

an incongruent splash 

of black letters on a white screen

before cracking the silence 

with a rhetorical “Shal we?”  

Like a maniacal blackjack dealer

he shuffles the words

whispering them to himself

listening to their sound

until they click in perfect cadence

and a rolling rhythm is formed

where words formerly choppy

now sway in unison 

 like obedient bulbs 

strung elegantly 

on an idea wire

“Done” he says to himself.

“We’re done.”

Dark Day Afternoon

Doomsday Clock https://thebulletin.org/doomsday-clock/

Doomsday just inched a bit closer

So says the clock on the wall

Amused, nihilistic humans   

just waiting for mankind to fall!

We know the problem’s we’re facing

We know what needs to be done

We know that the weapon is loaded

but we like the taste of the gun

We’re ninety seconds from doomsday

So says that guy on the news

“It’s the end of the world as we know it”

A theme song to give us the blues

Doomsday just inched a bit closer

it nuzzles up to the fear in our head

The tick of the clock getting louder

It thickens our fear into dread

Religious to the point of destruction

Tribal to our own self-defeat

Chained to a blood-violent nature

Man and doomsday were destined to meet

From Classroom to Casket

Rose on tombstone. Red rose on grave. Love – loss. Flower on memorial stone close up. Tragedy and sorrow for the loss of a loved one. Memory. Gravestone with withered rose

From classroom to casket

an American journey

arrive on a school bus

depart on a gurney

As children lay dead

in Uvalde Texas

it’s hard to ignore

the obvious nexus

with unfettered access

to weapons of war

the number of dead

will continue to soar

We live in a land

of pierced hearts and sorrow

no shooting today?

just wait till tomorrow

In a fog of futility

explicably numb

we reach for our heartstrings

but there’s nothing to strum