EQUAL OPPORTUNITY

Americans want equal freedom

When freedom isn’t really free.

When some live so that others eat ’em,

It sounds more like a killing spree.

It is as if all our communities,

Demanding equal opportunities,

Are calling out to scratch an itch:

An equal chance to strike it rich.

But in a land where exploitation

Decides who’s rich and who is poor

We’ll never really find a cure,

Until we shoot for its negation.

Till then who’s rich will make the rules;

The rest will, equally, be mules.

THE CHIEF OF STAFF

He was a man of courtly bearing

But wasted it in cringing smiles;

He thought himself to be unerring

But then, of course, he had the files.

And so it was with curt formality,

That so expressed his vile mentality,

That he demanded we should say

That everything was A-OK.

Our delicate discriminations

Produced a desolating dread

But we did as our master said.

This garnered us congratulations.

But for his diplomatic skill             

(And files, of course), we’d be made ill.

THE AMERICAN MIND

Americans are simple people,

Exampled in our culture wars,

And worship at bell, Book, and steeple

When not out buying stuff in stores.

We’d surely ban the  prosecution

Of men and women’s prostitution,

If they displayed their wares on floors

In any of the Wal-Mart stores.

It doesn’t really seem to matter,

And hasn’t since we were backwoods,

So long as we can “get them goods.”

In fact, we’d go mad as a hatter

If we should miss out on the sales

That constitute our holy grails.    

LOCK ’EM UP AND THROW AWAY THE KEY

To wake each day with no provision

That you’ll eventually be freed

Is how we treat whom we imprison;

And shows the kind of lives we lead.

There’s nothing like a complication

When you’re put in incarceration:

If you’re convicted of a crime,

You WAIT until you’ve done your time.

And if you finish, your mentality

Will, like a turtle with its shell,

Be burdened by your weighty cell;

And you will drag it till finality.

And citizens will all agree

They should have thrown away the key.

CHRISTWIRE PREACHER (1)

“It’s your lascivious carnality

That’s made you children of the corn;

And’s given rise to your rascality

Of doing drugs and watching porn.

But so you know it is the devil

That’s led you on this merry revel

So that forever you may dwell

With others like yourselves in Hell:

With Satan’s rappers and cross-dressers,

Muff divers, sticky finger gays

Forever burning in His blaze.

So heed me now you vile transgressors

And keep your dicks inside you pants

Or burn with your confreres from France.”

A PHILOSOPHICAL DISCOURSE ON INEQUALITY (PART 1)

How dare we know that inequality,

However it has been assigned

But principally within a polity,

Should certainly have been declined?

Consider, first, the social prequel

Of persons who aren’t freely equal.

Take, for example, persons slaves

Were only equals in their graves.

But living all their lives in slavery,

As southern blacks did in the South,

Meant living in a dragon’s mouth.

And though the dragons thought them savory,

The slaves who gave their lives in fire 

Helped dragons gag on their desire.

(TO BE CONTINUED)

A PRETTY FACE

It doesn’t seem a complex notion,

A pretty face will make men freak;

In fact it stirs so much commotion,

It turns a jock into a geek.

And when you add to that a body

That’s flowered to full-grown cum laude,

You’ll turn a man, self-willed and wild,

Into a drooling flower child.

What prompts this kind of situation?

Is it because men look for sex

And hope their boners won’t bounce checks

If there’s a chance at congregation?

My answer is, in any case,

It’s all about our saving face.