by BAR poet in residence Raymond Nat Turner
The Trumpacolypse is indeed a new day, notes our poet in residence, but it's the same old era.
1st 100 Daze
Of Boss Tweet/$cammny Hall
by BAR poet in residence Raymond Nat Turner
Something happened
In the Land of Unknown Knowns,
Hanging chads, hacks, leaks and tweetsâ
Police state where
Those who know, donât sayâ
Those who say, donât knowâ
Where figures donât lie, but liars figure, and
100 retired CEOs pig out on âpensionsâ of
$253,000.00 a monthâŚ
High-wire work done,
Clutching his Peace Prize,
The Drone Rangerâs rides into the sunset,
saddlebags dripping snake oil, beer and bloodâ
Bulging with 30 pieces of silver
Happy Trails to hospitals hit with Hellfires,
Burned babies, dead Muslims, deported Mexicans,
Prosecuted whistleblowers; Happy Trails to habeas corpus, privacy,
Posse Comitatus; and bamboozled Negroz, liberals, labor, leftistsâ
Left Hopelessly dangling on his warheadâŚ
Something happenedâŚ
Dr. Goebbels blushes at the big tent
Two-ringed circus arriving every 4 yrsâ
1% pickpockets working crowds
Distracted by clowns, mules, elephants
Flying false-flags, riding Operation Ball of Confusion
Something happenedâdeja vuâ
Boss Tweet/$cammny Hallâs 1st 100 days
Looping like 2,920 of The Drone Rangerâs;
416 weeks of W; 96 months of Slick Willy;
4,380 days of Reaganism; gun-smoke clouds,
Rivers of bloodâJacksonâs Trail Of Tearsâ
400 years unabated death; destructionâŚ
Something happenedâŚ
Follow the moneyâ
Not Boss Tweetâs, bully in China shop shtik
Follow the moneyâ
Not claptrap trumped up from his bully pulpit
Follow the moneyâ
âDraining the swampâ stocking the cabinet with
Light-fingered fundamentalists, monster green eyes
Fixed on making fruits of our labor their ATMâŚ
Something happenedâŚ
Banksters are baaaaaaaackkkâguns to our heads,
filling their Goldman-Sachs!
âThis is a stickup, Too Big To Fail II!â
Will Boss Tweet un-muzzle
Hannibal Lecter generals; select sons of
âDixieâ to âlook awayâ from police murders,
Charge battery-operated Uncle Toms with
converting projects to condos and casinos;
reduce 4th Estate to 3rd Reich re-tweeters,
licking bootsâinstead of hurling shoes?
âLesser evilâ luminaries grow Dem;
âHold your noseâ extremists canât breathe
through openings for organizing, speaking truth to powerâ
snouts stuck in the muleâs posterior, moving it âleftââŚ
Rip Van Winkles are rising from 8 yrs sleep
Wedging Q-tips between their shuttersâ
First responders, alert as No-Doz washed
down by buckets of black coffeeâ
Rising, turning Fox-boxes off, silencing phones, gamesâ
Getting Jehovahâgoing door-to-door,
Meeting more than four corners, speaking of
Striking at the point of production, shutting things down:
Taking overâ
Weâre still the ones weâve been waiting for:
Forward!
Raymond Nat Turner Š 2016 All Rights Reserved
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