It's time for insurrection against this unending infection,
Just note the inflection in my direction.
Please state your emergency. We need a sense of urgency.
We'll end this absurdity with an insurgency.
We are all so blessed and oppressed.
We are the repressed, the second best.
I'm so fixated, and still nothing has abated,
But as they dictated, we must be degraded.
It's time to walk in your shoes and see what's left to lose.
And when they read the news, I doubt they'll disabuse.
That'll teach you to have all male panels for women's birth control. And also insurance coverage for vasectomies and viagra...Everyone sees what you did there.
Why don't you all just go back to work and continue tweeting your dick pics. At least you'll be kept busy.
Showing posts with label America. Show all posts
Showing posts with label America. Show all posts
Monday, February 27, 2012
Saturday, February 11, 2012
No One Knows
She cries out
And no one hears her;
A radio broadcast
Without receivers.
A silent “MAYDAY!”
“MAN DOWN! MAN DOWN!”
“MAN DOWN! MAN DOWN!”
Jill went up as Jack went down.
No one knows he’s lost his
crown.
She’s falling apart,
Inside out.
She fights herself,
She fights self doubt.
The fight unyielding,
Yet, death toll low,
But united she does not stand.
No one will know, she will not
show.
Raise up that white flag;
Wind tears tattered bits.
Thunderous crashes of the sea,
Our lady is prone to fits.
A green lady, a lost symbol,
Falls to her cold knees.
Her crown cracks.
She grieves.
A meaningless banter,
The daily routine,
Once proud and respected
Now, cruel and mean.
Nitpick each word, each letter…
“It’s wrong!” “Take it to court!”
Burn down our fort, it’s
better.
White is the kettle.
White as the pot.
Her mindless anger
Is hot to trot.
She’s unzipping.
Her seems are ripping.
The coins are flipping.
Her spirits are dipping.
She does not know.
She has no help.
It might be better, if only she
spoke.
The cards are dealt.
It’s not her fault.
It’s ours, not hers.
We’ve made her what she is.
We are everyone, but we throw
racial slurs.
Centuries she’s been alive,
But still she’s young and bold.
But secrets, no child should
know,
She keeps her lips shut, eyes
cold.
She will not relent.
She plots against foes.
And still,
No one knows.
2006
Monday, February 6, 2012
Gettysburg Bullets
Gettysburg Bullets
An Ode to Lincoln
11/7/06
Battlefields are humbling.
Here stands a humbled man.
He's tall and quiet; he's orderly.
Don’t deny it, ‘cause he's ahead.
How much power? I do not know,
But he'll change us all forever.
He never knew what he’d do.
Death was much too clever.
But for now he stands upon this ground
Where many men have died.
He suddenly bursts out in speech,
A hush falls on the crowd.
“Not one,” he says, “will remember me,
Nor what we’ve ever done.
Nor will words be remembered,
From this speech that has begun.”
How wrong he was when he spoke,
Too wrong to comprehend.
Later, they say, he sat down
To watch the curtain descend–
A young man, just 26,
determined and misread.
–This young man crept behind
And put a bullet in his head.
It wasn’t long before our
Dearest president was dead…
Wrote this when I was 16. Guess what we were discussing in American History.
Monday, January 23, 2012
Hot House
Washington is on the loose...
OUT of retirement, he and 81 Year old Benjamin Franklin wrought havoc at the Philadelphia Convention in 1787. The hot house rose temperatures and tempers. Arguements about replacing the Articles of Confederation turned violent when Washington threw his chair into the crowd declaring "I AM CHAIRMAN! FEAR MY CHAIR!" Benjamin Franklin giggled like giddy old men do and clapped his hands before wincing from rheumatism and arthritis. James Madison got up with his frilly pink quill, one hand on his hip, and declared "Now boythhh, thith ith no way to behave!!"
Alexander Hamilton turned on him wide eyed and declared "GAY!" The following scene seemed like the inspiration for the Salem Witch Hunts. James Madison was burned at the stake in the court house while there were accusations of homosexuality. At one point, even George Washington was accused. Angrily, he jabbed his finger at his accuser and declared, "Only a gay would accuse such a macho man as I of being a homo-hom-homo-SEXUAL! YOU ONLY WANT ME TO BE GAY!!! I HAVE A WIFE AND SHE'D BITCH SLAP YOU FOR ME!"
His accuser gasped then bitch slapped Washington yelling something along the lines of "YOUR WIFE IS A WHORE." Then ran off crying.
Before long, near-by townspeople heard the ruckus and knowing there must be something interesting happening at the court house, grabbed their torches and pitchforks because one never attends to a mob session without weapons with a long wooden handle. They forked all who got in their way. A path of corpses and burnt houses was left in their seething wake. If someone looked at them and was of the same sex, he was soon burned at the pire.
Many ended up wearing blind folds running in circles screaming "HOMOSEXUAL!"
Some southerners made posters "God Made Adam and Eve not Adam and Steve"
After several hours of melee, all was quelled when someone started tossing around the ol' pigskin, and all men joined in knowing "Gays can't play football, Our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, would smite them." (Bob Haystacker, 48) "I can smell a queer but everyone's playin' with the pigskin so..."
The Articles of Confederation and the first draft of the Constitution were unfortunately burned along with a few queers and straights. However, it wasn't long before the delegates decided that the constitution should be simple.
"Why don't we just rule the country like football? Anyone we don't like should be tackled and have his legs broken," suggest Edmund Randolph.
Thus here is our country today.
or at least that would make history a WHOLE lot more interesting...
That's a piece of work I cooked up when I was probably 16. It had to have been during a period when I was studying some bullshit textbook about our American History. Obviously I got bored and wrote my own, more exciting version of how our documents came to be. Every bit of this piece is purposeful. I do believe it is 98% done. (To a writer, very rarely is a piece ever truly finished. It's only put out for the public because "I guess it's good enough...") I wouldn't call it subtle but I still get a laugh out of it.
OUT of retirement, he and 81 Year old Benjamin Franklin wrought havoc at the Philadelphia Convention in 1787. The hot house rose temperatures and tempers. Arguements about replacing the Articles of Confederation turned violent when Washington threw his chair into the crowd declaring "I AM CHAIRMAN! FEAR MY CHAIR!" Benjamin Franklin giggled like giddy old men do and clapped his hands before wincing from rheumatism and arthritis. James Madison got up with his frilly pink quill, one hand on his hip, and declared "Now boythhh, thith ith no way to behave!!"
Alexander Hamilton turned on him wide eyed and declared "GAY!" The following scene seemed like the inspiration for the Salem Witch Hunts. James Madison was burned at the stake in the court house while there were accusations of homosexuality. At one point, even George Washington was accused. Angrily, he jabbed his finger at his accuser and declared, "Only a gay would accuse such a macho man as I of being a homo-hom-homo-SEXUAL! YOU ONLY WANT ME TO BE GAY!!! I HAVE A WIFE AND SHE'D BITCH SLAP YOU FOR ME!"
His accuser gasped then bitch slapped Washington yelling something along the lines of "YOUR WIFE IS A WHORE." Then ran off crying.
Before long, near-by townspeople heard the ruckus and knowing there must be something interesting happening at the court house, grabbed their torches and pitchforks because one never attends to a mob session without weapons with a long wooden handle. They forked all who got in their way. A path of corpses and burnt houses was left in their seething wake. If someone looked at them and was of the same sex, he was soon burned at the pire.
Many ended up wearing blind folds running in circles screaming "HOMOSEXUAL!"
Some southerners made posters "God Made Adam and Eve not Adam and Steve"
After several hours of melee, all was quelled when someone started tossing around the ol' pigskin, and all men joined in knowing "Gays can't play football, Our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ, would smite them." (Bob Haystacker, 48) "I can smell a queer but everyone's playin' with the pigskin so..."
The Articles of Confederation and the first draft of the Constitution were unfortunately burned along with a few queers and straights. However, it wasn't long before the delegates decided that the constitution should be simple.
"Why don't we just rule the country like football? Anyone we don't like should be tackled and have his legs broken," suggest Edmund Randolph.
Thus here is our country today.
or at least that would make history a WHOLE lot more interesting...
That's a piece of work I cooked up when I was probably 16. It had to have been during a period when I was studying some bullshit textbook about our American History. Obviously I got bored and wrote my own, more exciting version of how our documents came to be. Every bit of this piece is purposeful. I do believe it is 98% done. (To a writer, very rarely is a piece ever truly finished. It's only put out for the public because "I guess it's good enough...") I wouldn't call it subtle but I still get a laugh out of it.
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