Is This Where We’re Going?

From a chapter on fascism…

Never thought I would want
A moral majority to stand up,
But with babies being kidnapped
Under the guise
Of biblical bastardizations and
With the sleight of an extremist’s hand,
One that feels authoritarian and oppressive,
Not protective of a democratic republic,

I feel like the pious
Should weigh in
Before freedom of religion
Means only that
Which the Manhattan Monarch
Deems most suitable to “his” cause,
His creation of a god-like persona.
Would that come as a surprise to moral types?

Or are they stitching uniforms for their youth,
Glued to government television,
Reading the propaganda, and
Praying to the one
Making a mockery of their beliefs,
All that their god stood for
The very ideals that His son died for.
Just sayin’…

Let the Good Times Cough

My runny nose
can’t wait for the tax break
that will keep me
from paying through ‘da nose

Maybe I’ll cough
All the way to the bank
Because if this cough should kill me
My family will reep the credits.

Thank you,
Republicans for knowing
How much I would appreciate
Your taxing consideration.

Cough…cough…cough

Ho-Hum

Daily drama,
Our stupidity has come alive
Represented through the people
We elected.

We, a term that suggests unity,
Of course I know a few,
Me being one,
Who did not vote for the current power,
But We has long been lost in America.

I got mine…
What’s in it for me???
Republican…
Democratic…
Apple…
Windows…
Me, me, me…

We have no values.
We share no goals.
We fail to understand compromise.

We are to blame.

It’s getting boring.

Refill It, Please

Is it possible
For the Feds
To refill the swamp?

I miss the clarity,
The sophisticated dishonesty,
What seemed like normal insanity.

This new waterless swamp
Stinks to high heaven,
It’s more toxic than ever before

Kind of a Love Canal meets Chernobyl
Pretending to be diplomatic
And a tranfomative populism.

Maybe we should put Obama back.
Heck, how about W?
Alright, I’m crazy now, but seriously…

Bewildered Eyes Hack: Pure Entertainment

“Comedy is, for the most part, just an obsession with injustice.” Whitney Cummings

What is clearly seen
Lies and laughter to name two
Visual showtime

(7) No Slogans Here (3/7)

“Poetic facts lay their claims on us.” Jason Silva

Not for lovers today,
Nope,
Virginia showed its ass
In a way that
She strongly wants to escape.

The problem is that hatred
Does not respect state lines.
Truth is, left unchecked
These Puritans and seekers of Alabaster lives
Will go everywhere.
Wreaking havoc with fear.

Where is Lady Justice?
How about Lady Liberty?
They are more than statues, Sir.
They are ideas that are more important
Than focus groups,
Base constituents, and
Air time on conservative news outlets.

Let them go, Sir.
Groping will not solve your problems,
Nor will it get Virginia back to being
For lovers and on
The track of expunging its past.

(5) Le Bog (1/7)

“It’s not my job to be the world’s critic.” Jane McGonical

Once upon a time
A great city rose from a marsh.
The men who got things going
Weren’t perfect, but they had the right idea.
Somehow their limited minds,
Where social constructs were concerned,
Gave rise to hope
That all men were, indeed, created equal.

Wherever politics are played,
Players will surely try to game the system.
This city, with its patriotic symbolism,
Monuments to morality, and
Gastric reflux and the thought of compromise
Has fallen into the quagmire of hubris
With little voices speaking plenty of ishk,
Both the evil and unlucky varieties.