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fawktard… (part 2)

Posted in Fawktard, Fear, Ha Ha Funny, History, Opinion, Philosophy, Poetry, Politics, Series with tags , , , , , , on March 11, 2011 by Caribbean Fool

what can you do?

i went to monticello,
hearing somebody
say i should speak to
jeff. he’s long dead,
or maybe i was just late to
the party. took the tour
anyway so i could stare
at his dumbwaiter &
think back to the time
we weren’t quite as
fucked as we are now.

i wonder how much
longer until one of those
Historic Moments In
Human History comes
along & sweeps
everything away.

denninger has
the math down to a
science; with jeff dead,
bruce stealing mr. joad &
a lack of jacksons
(wait a while, my guess is
there’ll be plenty.)
who knows what comes
after the bankster
holdup?

no worries though;
we’re all fine.
just repeat after me.
heavy sour is the same
as light sweet,
politicians care about
the citizenry,
Jefferson County Alabama
loves JP Morgan,
& all’s going according
to plan & under
control.

let’s stare into a mirror,
think back to a time
we weren’t quite so…

fucked.

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Dedicated to Phil Ochs. Was it ‘Ringing of the Revolution’ or ‘Rehearsals for Retirement’? All I know is ‘I Ain’t Marchin’ Anymore.’ When the wave hits here, what then? Obvious answers are always the bloodiest.

fawktard… (part 1)

Posted in Fawktard, Ha Ha Funny, Laughter, Poetry, Series with tags , , , , on March 11, 2011 by Caribbean Fool

semi-conscious

so much for the quantum
folk; some numb-fuck
convinced the naive & lazy
that if you think it,
they will come.

knockoff yogis, spiritual
degenerates, acid freaks
& wannabe prophets all
talk a similar game. askin’
’em to back it up always
ends with a fast-track from
pseudo-science to pablum,
not always in that order.

meanwhile the morality
police drive thunderbirds
stone sober. when they hit
a wall it’s always accidental
& forgiveness is applied as
such. can’t fault the system
for standard response.
same argument as
ever wails out;
no other choice…
had to be done…
just the way it works.

i can dig it.

so if i tie back my hair
(graying as it is) & lapse
into a semi-trance
induced by a horrifying
array of chemical reactions,
i’m sure i’ll be extended
the same respect.

well, i can dig it.

of course,
i swear i’ll be good.
promise.
kinda.

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No inspiration like screaming just for the fuck of it. Holy Sausalito Batman! I wonder what kind of sick shit is planned for part 2?