ENERGY ASSISSTANCE FOR THE POOR

Obama needs to cut assistance,

Especially to the freezed-out poor

Because he’ll lower their resistance,

Make them less able to endure,

The onslaughts of the corporations

To make them slaves on their plantations.

And while he has a ways to go

Before they’re living on death row,

He’s made a start. He’s not appeasing

The bleeding hearts who cry and moan,

Adopt a high and mighty tone,

About the deaths of people freezing.

When people are a hardened blue,

They’ll rise up as Egyptians do.

THE POLITICS OF ECONOMIC INEQUALITY: IDIOT AMERICA 2

The politics of inequality
Is aided by the certitude
That in a democratic polity
You trick the voters or you’re screwed:
Broke by illegal immigration;
Surmounted with gay liberation-
This is the stuff of culture wars
Turns us rampaging carnivores.
And so we make no forward motion
Against the corporations which
Have hooked us with their bait-and-switch.
What? Lost your job? It’s over ocean?
Don’t blame some poormouth CEO:
Go kill a gay from Mexico.

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.

DISORDER UNDER HEAVEN

When great disorder’s under heaven,
The status quos know they’ve been had
Because they know that they can’t leaven
What’s set the masses hopping mad.
Just listen to Barack Obama
On Egypt’s current “nasty” trauma;
Or Clinton in her latest speech
Where she tries to defend a leech.
This certainly’s to be expected.
FDR said without a twitch,
“Yes. But he’s our son-of-a-bitch.”
And this from one who was elected.
In democratic status quos,
The SOBs are ones we chose.

A BIRTHER’S FANTASY

Mubarak asked Barack Obama,
I know I listened to the call,
How he should end his Egypt’s trauma
Before he ended at the wall.
And Barry said a course correction
Was needed to stop insurrection.
But please protect our secret files
By feeding them to crocodiles.
Then use your mighty capability…
But stopped and said we don’t presume
How you should bring about their doom.
But give your land back its stability.
Then, pausing, said, “for what it’s worth,”
And whispered something of his birth.

CRANK CALLS: FOR OUR SISTERS AND BROTHERS IN THE MIDDLE EAST

If arrogance brings on destruction,
America is surely doomed -
Providing help with its instruction
For status quos should be entombed:
We preach against an insurrection
And cry it won’t bring resurrection
Of freedom from its prison cells
Or riches from the big cartels.
Surrounded as we are by billions -
Who, tired of leaders who donate
Their services as chief of state
To us but not their own civilians, -
They’ll finally have us by the balls
And cut ’em off for our crank calls.

THE PURPOSE OF MY SATIRE

My satire’s aimed at evildoers
Located in the church and state.
Both stuff our heads with their manures
So that they can debilitate
Our minds from doing any thinking
Beyond what’s argued by lipsyncing
Whatever dogma they may push,
As they did in the Age of Bush.
He tangled them in combination
Compounding them into a GOD
So he could get away with fraud.
My satire then’s a vaccination
To strengthen what you have of wit
Before it’s altogether shit.