Tag Archives: Poetry

DOGE Boy Sawing in the Dead of Night

Sing to the tune of “Blackbird” by the Beatles

DOGE Boy sawing in the dead of night
Taking federal jobs away for good
All is right
He is only being a reverse prick Robin Hood

DOGE Boy sawing in the dead of night
Taking livelihoods from those in need
All is right
He is always feeding into all that ugly greed

DOGE Boy, saw
DOGE Boy, saw
Into the blight of the far alt right

DOGE Boy, saw
DOGE Boy, saw
Into the blight of the far alt right

DOGE Boy sawing in the dead of night
All the people’s dreams that he defers
All is right
Cuz’ he is only serving the rich people he prefers

Cuz’ he is only serving the rich people he prefers
Cuz’ he is only serving the rich people he prefers

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

RFK Junior and Pop Goes the Measles

He lied to Samoans about the vaccine

He’s Jacked like Vincent Diesel

Thousands infected and 83 dead

Pop goes the Measles!

Unqualified hack and spreader of fear 

A conspiracy quack and a weasel

Watch him tell lies on the Lubbock outbreak

Pop goes the Measles!

Stuffing roadkill in the trunk of his car

An agent of lies and upheaval

“Outbreaks are normal, so don’t be concerned”

Pop goes the Measles!

A child in Texas is dead in the ground

Buried in thistle and teasel

Junior dispenses advice that’s unsound

Pop goes the Measles!

Spit and Gravel

Look at all the fabricated posts

from the father, son, and the wholly most

mother-Zucker serves a roast

and the saluting Nazi gives a toast

“All that matters is what we’ve grossed”

humility dies inside the boast

our nation’s veins become thrombosed

when hate and greed are double-dosed

We need a Dylan of our own

calling out the orange overgrown

fascist fuckwad on his throne

autocratic in his tone

his wind-filled ego overblown

a head that’s crammed with nothing known

as knives cut justice to the bone

he snaps her picture with his phone

he loves how she’s become so prone

to wickedness and testosterone

As lies unfurl and we unravel

As truth gets bashed by the Speaker’s gavel

The blood-soaked trail on which truth travels

gets paved with liar’s spit and gravel

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.”