Showing posts with label Trumpism. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Trumpism. Show all posts
Thursday, April 25, 2019
Our Turn
Our Turn
There is right and there's wrong—and then there's the dollar.
It comes with a leash and it comes with a collar.
It comes with a biscuit and a ride on the ark,
And when bidden, we'll bite and when bidden we'll bark—
But not at our Master. We're fed by his hand.
His kicks, we will take, as you all understand.
We can smile and spin. We can twist and shout—
But the truth, in the end, will always out.
It might take a year or a thousand more,
And there isn't a god who is keeping score,
But we know in our hearts that the truth is this—
We quaked and we crapped at the Serpent's hiss.
For the sake of the silver, as Judas had done,
We sold out our honor, and the Devil has won.
When our Master decrees that a nation should fry,
Then who has the gumption to stand and defy?
But in time we will see, when it comes to our turn,
That the Devil will laugh, as he watches us burn.
2019 April 25th, Thursday
D train from Manhattan to Brooklyn
Sunday, October 30, 2016
Time Again to Run
Time Again to Run
There are nuances in nature.
There are shades within ourselves.
But it's "winner" and it's "loser"
For the Donald and his elves.
You are for me or against me.
We are born to run, compete.
So it's victory for the winner.
For the others, it's defeat.
There's a better way to do things—
And there always is the best.
To be quick and more efficient
Is the teaching of the West.
And how the East has taken
That message to its heart!
They will take that style of running
And make, of it, an art.
In the cities by the seaside,
You can see the women run.
They have little time for leisure,
They have little time for fun.
And the leisure they're permitted—
It is not what it should be.
By the shore, the waves are breaking.
But who is there to see?
It's the leisure for consumption.
It's the tour of packaged fun.
It's the holiday that's over,
So it's time again to run.
They run in Hiroshima.
They're racing in Shenzhen.
And in Ho Chi Minh City,
It is time to run again.
2016 October 30, Sun.
Brooklyn, New York
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Labels:
Bossism,
Capitalism,
Competition,
Consumerism,
Racing,
Trumpism,
Worker Issues
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