LONG LIVE THE OCCUPATION

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I went down to the Occupation

To take my fair share of abuse

And help us out from our prostration

To politicians and their ruse

Of better living through our voting.

(And all the while, of course, they’re gloating.

They know our votes are now worth less

But sometimes help, relieving stress.)

I took their clubs, endured their beating;

But slowly they forced our retreat

But mostly cause we had to eat.

One thing’s for certain: no more pleading.

And when at night I hit the sack

I know that soon we will be back!

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If this seems like a contradiction,

Believe me when I say it’s true.

You might give way to interdiction

When leadership’s been knocked askew;

But slowly we will reassemble

And thinking how to make them tremble,

We’ll finally beat back their deceit,

The stock and trade that is Wall Street.

The point is we set people thinking

On how America is run,

And forced the Street to 911.

So fewer now will be lipsyncing

What Wall Street’s pols say. We’re content:

We are the 99%.

EVEN 1% OF THE 99

I don’t know why I get depressive

When listening to the GOP.

Is it because they are oppressive?

Would see me under lock and key?

The Democrats, too, have Obama

Who’s really helped them shape our trauma.

So what am I supposed to do?

Just sit at home while feeling blue?

What happened to the Occupation?

Where is the 99%?

Too busy scrounging to pay rent

To stand up to our degradation?

If 1% of 99

Would stand, they’d stop at our frown line.

CHRISTIAN RELIGION AT THE BALLOT BOX

When voting in a Christian nation,

The Holy Bible is our guide;

Because it was God’s declaration

That celebrated genocide:

So killing natives and black slavery

Were never forms of Christian knavery;

That foreign lands and cussed gays
Must suffer us till end of days.

It gave men rights to women’s stoning

If whorish women had a yen

To “do it” with a man or men,

The price for their illicit boning.

As Christian voters under God,

Our prospects need the Bible’s nod.

IDIOT AMERICA 1

Here dinosaurs are wearing saddles

Because the Bible tells us so;

And women are a man’s first chattels;

Blacks still should suffer from Jim Crow.

When these “deductions” from the Bible,

Writ when we humans were still tribal,

Are still believed by people here

It shows their minds have stripped a gear.

And, too, because the politicians,

In their relentless search for votes,

Will pander to what floats their boats.

In fact, encourage dispositions

Where cranks are puffed with self-esteem

And imbeciles are now mainstream.

PASSOVER

“I do not have the slightest feeling,”

Said Randall Terry*, “for men who,

Instead of practicing their healing,

Kill babes.  Operation Rescue

Demands an end to this atrocity.

We do not kill with animosity

But do it with profoundest love

Commanded by our God above.”

When this was brought to God’s attention,

He asked when He’d made manifest

That Randall Terry was so blessed

“That he can make known My intention?

I’ve killed some babies in My time.

Who claims Passover was a crime?”

* Randall Terry founded the “pro-life” organization Operation Rescue.

MODERN POETRY

I woke up with an armadillo

Was snoring soundly in my bed;

Then I recalled, beneath my pillow,

My .45 and shot it dead.

This roused the peasants in the village

Where I’d been helping with their tillage.

They, seizing me, brought me to court

And asked me just what kind of sport

Would do a thing like that. I answered

And what would you do if you knew?

They scratched their heads. They had no clue.

I said because their heads were cancered,

They thought that words should make some sense.

Now go set up the circus tents.

HEAVEN OR HELL? (FOR ANNMARIE)

I want to take a trip to Heaven

But only in my mind to see

If Heaven's better than the 7-

Eleven or filed with ennui.

And then I’d visit with the devil

To see if Hell is on the level:

Will I be punished for the sin

Of giving all the boys my yin?

I closed my eyes and concentrated

And tried to see what my mind showed

But saw a number, my zip code.

I saw its meaning as it faded:

It meant that Heaven’s Hell’s on earth

So go and get your money’s worth.