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AT ALL COSTS

AT ALL COSTS

When your whole narrative
is a lie

whole thing, all
three acts,
start to finish

you have to defend it
at all costs

dig in, buld ramparts,
lay mines
they shalt not pass

take no
prisoners, no surrender,

you have no idea
as to what a terrible, unforgiving,
merciless enemy

the truth can be.

CATCH UP

CATCH UP

your lies
are going to catch up with you

all those untruths
fantasy fabrications
coming home to roost

returning
with a vengeance
karma
   (that boomerang
principle)

it is a
theoretical, theological
necessity,
    an empirical fact

switched
to remote targeting
hunting you down
.
no use screaming
crying
     swearing innocence
denying everything
plausibly
    implausibly

pleading with your lirs
flattering them
as tp their sheer
beauty, supreme
inventiveness

telling them that they are
your frankenstein
creations
    monsters steeped
in the secrets of power

havibg sown
such much death, damage
and disillusionment

killed so many they
                should be
to you
as children to
a Father
       worshippers
to.a god

no, my friend, my lying friend,

what
goes around
comes around
they have not a shred
of belief in you

sad sad to say
they are here for us all
to rip you apart


MOREOVER

MOREOVER

got shot
at point-blank range
but you say
I ran straight
into a bullet

a good bullet
        moreover

one that knows
the difference between
right and wrong

a silver bullet, a golden
bullet, a Willy Wonka
eternal
     gob-stopping bullet

made by the great
celestial munitions factory

over the rainbow
before that got
shot to shreds

BLOOD

BLOOD

I whitewashed
my poem

silly me
I got all my facts wrong

good job
the mainstream
media was
on hand
to correct me

poet nobody
cleans up his act
at least now
I might make
some kind of
headline

worth the whitewash
restoring the page
to its pristine blankness

worth
all the effort picking
up the body parts
mopping
    up the blood

AND BUTTER

AND BUTTER

you butter
your bread
with genocide

got genocide
sizzling
     on the stove
take it with
milk and three sugars
the taste
to sweeten

swing your fat arse
into the studio
there to pontificate
argue
      the toss
(toss
    the argue)

that genocide, by
very definition,
ia a crime
      against humanity
that can never
be said to exist

GODS

GODS

great
we got our journalists
picking his pockets
tapping his phone

if we
get enough dirt
on him
    can use our pages
to persuade him
not to
   talk about kingship
stay away
from such plays

and that one
who would phosophize us
away
    from our set and staid
and hegemonic ways

would
    think us
inside out and
      upside down

we got the video, had
it photoshopped, PR
refined smudge
            and smear aligned

shows her at her worst she
could ever be (though
neither so
    bad as you, or I) but
good
   enough to bring
her down

any one who thinks (gender
aside) is
         a worse-than-perverse-clown)

why
    do they think themselves
above all who
think what
they are
         told

why else this business? Why else
the rollers
        roll

serving you your world up
on a plate, we tell it as
freedom but
   we all know
            its fate

you
are
   what you are
and what
             we designate

so
   test us out
            why don’t you?
just give it
a try

nothing we cannot belittle
nothing we cannot dare not
cut down to
    basic size
who would have thought
crudity and super-
ficiality supreme
human virtues
who could ever have imagined
we couls write an all
new ten commandments
use all our
   new-found political
pressure to
sell them
     in the market before
entrusting them to God

you cannot challenge it
we are
       perfectly set
in our mindset

lie
is truth

and
slimy and obese-
brained though we
may well be

beneath this tawdry
bleary mortal flesh

we are gods
we are gods

     test our powers
     you will come to believe