The commissar of commerce
took a high level confab
with the czar of finance
to discuss the collapse
of public confidence
After weeks of statistical chatter
and thorough graph analysis
neither one of the experts
could figure out
what the Hell was the matter
So finally the President deemed
a blue ribbon task force be convened
to determine once and for all
the cause and effect of this economic fall
Of course this being
a production of government
meant millions would be spent
in fruitless pursuit of where our money went
Two years after the charade began
they produced a 600 page document
which no one would ever read
lest their eyes bleed
and their hearts break
thinking about the abject waste
of the pot calling the kettle black
Final words
from the final chapter
of the last book ever printed
now that hard copy is officially dead
'To be continued... " it read
Delicious irony
A fitting requiem
for this closing chapter
of literary history
Or maybe tis a warning
A sentence of prophesy
if the entire world wide web
ever got permanently hacked
and all our precious
hand held devices
became pricey paper weights
Library doors would be unsealed
Book stores could make a come back
Is this a dream or nightmare?
Tis probably a question
of which generation hymn book
you grew up reading from
Went to the men's room
for a quick pee
When quite unexpectedly
a she dude in a sequin dress
had the same action plan
in the urinal next to me
Could not contain my curiosity
I just had to sneak a quick peek
at the serpent mighty
rising from his thicket
Of course he caught my eyes
sizing up his privates
In my embarrassment
I muttered softly
“I’m not that kind of guy”
He hiked up his lace panties
and advised me and my homophobia
“Neither am I”
This rock I picked from the rubble
of the latest calamity
fits my hand so perfectly
I almost hate to throw it
at our oblivious enemy
Of course I am required
to avenge sins of the past
so I throw the projectile
and score a direct hit
We scurry a hasty retreat into darkness
to avoid being payback targeted
Everyone riding the cycle of hatred
A litany of futile gestures
The whole eye for an eye bullshit rap
we as a species can't ever seem to get past
I like my box
though I use to not
relish the restrictions
cause I had been indoctrinated
by the whole freedom myth
That "birds need to fly" bullshit
So one day I flew away
Crash landed
Bad choices
Shit happens
So I traded in my wings
for the safety of conformity
Now I like my box
and the security it brings
False as it may be
Since life does have a way
of seeping through
these little cocoons
and permeating
our orderly containers with stains
At least I still got
these crumbling walls
to keep me company
Since I did pay a steep price for them
... one hundred pounds later
I have become the fat fuck
I never thought I would be
Obesity sort of snuck up on me
Denial will do that to you
but the mirror eventually
shatters our best self deceptions
Tough break for my enlarged heart
now struggling to propel blood through
gooey blubbery clogged arteries
At least this battle will be short lived
Then the arduous task falls to my pall bearers
Hopefully they will be in better shape
than the load they are hauling was
The MAGA legions
wear red threads made in China
and preach American exceptionalism
dispensing missives of ethnic nationalism
that have sparked conflicts
throughout history
Wrapped in red white and blue
the America First crew
eschews the world view
for a narrow myopic reality
that have fueled wars
throughout history
Peeking out from behind the wall
the protectionism mob
of anti globalism guardians
practice excessive tariff levies
guaranteed to wreck economies
that have led to recessions
throughout history
and so it goes...
Events will spiral out of control
Of course
those pulling the strings will profit
Strife will be the norm for the rest
Perhaps this time
our ignorance proves fatal
Death being the ultimate destiny
of all empires throughout history
The alarm clock tolls
earlier than I need
Out of bed I roll
with all my aches
and creaky joints
that scream out middle age
I feel old
Thread bare and worn
Way too much time spent
on self induced detours
that took me
to my home here in Nonessential
Not enough minutes left
for a course alteration
to offset the accumulation
of time wasting trips
Missing out on all the things
I should have done
and could have been
when I was young
and so full of potential
The die is cast
buried deep within
the sins of the past
For an aging plow horse
saddled down
with all these
useless regrets
You can comfortably exist
within the narrow parameters
of standard contentment
Max out your credit cards
on superfluous excess
Social media boast
about your choreographed happiness
Maybe level set with medications
when you conscience starts to ache
Mute that nagging voice
when it whispers
about a life that is so fake
You can comfortably exist
Contently suckling on society's teat
with millions of ravenous piglets
Growing more bloated by the day
What a great ham sandwich you will be
when the butcher comes to visit
