satire – poems 2 die for

CLOSE

we are so
close, on this dambed issue
despite the percentage owning this
percentage owning that
furore

need to give, my
masterclass on economics
and sacrosanct
role of the market

what ot all comes down to
what it all lowest
common denominator means
at
the basic level

there is, nothing
but a piss pot of wealth
currently
dividing us

and yet
to hear you speak of
us being
as many diamonds as
there are stars
between us

pyramid high hierarchies
there to keep us
tear
us
apart

is nothing less
than political bad faith

STONED AGED

We are bigly going to
bomb them right back
into the stoned age
because they are
an evil people,
criminals and fanatics
so very bad

we’ve got some good people
some very good people
the 82nd ranger marines
such very
good people
some of the best people
can do really amazing things

and we
got some really terrible
small, small baby
terrible weapons
to take out all
those stop animation
Lego fundamentalist
terrorist rap videos

the ones calling me pedo
and loser, and
mocking my hair

and as
payback
and retribution
we are going
to take all their all
because it’s our
oil actually since
it is our exclusive right
since
we own the whole planet
but we can
do good business, spread
it all around
something for everybody

yes a bomb
all their cities and
cripple their infrastructure
for they
are calling on us
to do it
crying out for us
to do it
so many DMs on
Truth Social it is
impossible to believe

better to
be vaporized that to
live life
0to strictly

that’s what they are telling us
and we are
determined
to
comply

watch this space carefully
soon Nobel
Peace Prize
to arrive

we are
going
to win bigly,
ourselves, and
the state we
are but
a colony of
holy, mighty, God is
great Israel.

SORRY FOR

Sorry for pulling you
out of the world of your smartphone
if only for a moment
to scroll
through these lines here

reading this thing
history will decide
is not
even a poem

presuming that
there will be history
and that world
outside your phone
but now
contained immediately
inside it

goes full Dr Stangelove
full we’ll meet again
total exchange nuclear

messing with
the service courtesy
end of the atmosphere.

BOUNDLESS

I am boundless
big boss predator
at the summit
of the food chain

extravagantly remunerated
on account of
my hunting skills

as if…
but if I were

the immense wealth
I possessed
how I would
deploy it politically
throw it around

get you to
cheer, and now, and
beg and scrape
and recite
praise poetry before me

no other sound

LIVE YOUR LUXURY

live your luxury
your life of luxury

would strongly advise
(were it not so
flagrant a contradiction)
that you
live
it deep

and so then, on the other hand,
let me warmly recommend
that you indulge
it shallow

revel in its shallows
as extravagantly as
can possibly be

no need
to feel the edge
anyway, anyhow

best repudiation
of that stupid FWN idea
of living dangerously

ALL OUR CURRENT

All our current
antichrists

happen to be worse by far
than the archetype back there
in the Book of Revelation

all our latter-day demons
more demonic in essence
than any cast out
in holy parable or
Biblical Tale

and these in
plain view or
under government top secret

but truth
will out
so just
scratch the surface

with flesh-cutting scalpel
used in sanctioned
medical experiments

on the maruta of
Pingfang, or the Polish women
at Ravensbruck

or, closer to home, the
hypodermics used in
the bastion of democracy

to inject the other with syphilis,
give people
their plutonium shots

hunting for the mirror
in which to see their own depravity

the immunity given
to these pioneers
true
demonic complete redemption

all our current antichrists
God bless them all this Easter.

XENO POEMS

1. SUN

the xenomorphs
were playing
in the Sun

having such fun – –
I did not think
biological creatures could
survive such. unseasonably
high
temperatures at the heart of
the corolla

****

2. BOOK

the xenomorph
was reading me
like a book

a Lovecraft book
one which
turns its
own pages
tiny tentacles reaching out
from inside the book itself

****

3. FOOD

the xenomorph
shared its, food with me

after which, as act
of reciprocity,
shared me
with its food

****

4. CHOIR PRACTICE

The xenomorphs
having attainef consciousbess

found
religion

are gathered together
to conduct a huge debate
whether to
crucify, or
simply burn at the stake

the worst of all heretivs, apostates and sinners
and those
habitually
late for
choir practice

****

5. WAR

humans sent a delegation
to the xenomorphs

attempting to
civiluze them
moderate
their savagery

teach them the
gentle art
of human warfare

annihilating cities,
with state of
the art
weapons

fire
and forget

aimed at targets
thousands of
miles away

so
casualties
not an issue

BLINDFOLD

I understand
the logic of
blindfolds
and firing squads

but blindfolds
for academics and
all those entering
tertiary education

seems to have taken
strategies for
a dumbing-down playbook
to a whole
brave new level

way higher dimension
that anything
hitherto observed
in the corporate sphere.

SUDDENLY SOVIET

suddenly one morning
woke up transformed
no old
nostalgia for
Cold War days
but fully newborn
Soviet

ready to
assume my place
as Commissar, apparatchik, or
on the sly, samizdat
publishing
poetic
dissident

that the West
would fete, and defend
and love

until
Glasnost days and
the walls all fell

at which
(so quick
to change their mighty tune)
suddenly

they
didn’t

HEAVENLY

torture is Heavenly
after the rapture
you will have all
of blessed eternity
to devise the most
thrillingly painful
horrendous
punishments
to dole out
meatily
to the enemies of God
and the Nation we
are sworn to offend

how beautiful
it is, and feels, to
be one
thousand thousand
percent correct, utterly
holy and forever righteous,
given complete
carte blanche
to crush underfoot
bend to
our will

for
what matter
if a man
destroy the world
but lose his soul

the destruction of the world
always part of the plan