poetic rants

Driving to the End of the World

Driving to the end of the world
The end times approach

Driving through the smoke-filled air
North of Mt Shasta
Heart of Bigfoot country

End of the world images
Fill my head with dismal
end of the world visions
the apocalypse is upon us

The wicked evil as hell
blood red sun
Leers at me with an evil grin

Screaming at me
What fools these mortals be

Global climate change
Is as real as the smoky fires
That Burn and burn and burn
As our leaders turn turn turn away

They Can’t handle the truth
They will sacrifice all life on earth

So the oil and coal barons
The so-called masters of the universe

Can make their obscene profits
Sending the rest of us to hell

Tuesday, 2 January 2018

Merry Christmas from your friends at AT&T

Sometimes I wonder
About the morality of the corporate giants
That rule our world

On the day before Christmas
AT and T received a huge Christmas gift
From the President of the United States

The biggest tax cut in U.S. History
And the President proclaimed
That it would unleash jobs jobs jobs

Apparently, ATT never got the memo
And they announced thousands of layoffs
The day before Christmas

A true PR nightmare
That could have been avoided
They could have waited two weeks

And announced their restructuring plan
After the New Years

But no they decided to show the world
Their true colors

Heartless soulless monsters
Who don’t give a damn
About their workers, their customers
Or their employees

And certainly are not Christians
Though I am sure that they think
They are doing what Jesus would

All they care about
Is feathering their own pockets

Is it any wonder
That Americans hate the big corporations
That rule us like ancient emperors?

And will they fade away
Into the dustbin of history

One can only pray
For such a Christmas miracle

It’s a Gun Situation, Mr President

Mr. President
You are wrong once again.
You said that the tragic events in Texas

And Las Vegas were not “gun situations”
But rather, were mental health problems

And that in Texas if there had been gun controls
Perhaps fewer people would have died

Mr. President
I know you a smart man,
The smartest man in the world
According to you

So please contemplate this fact:
According to the latest findings,

It is a gun situation
In fact, the reason the U.S.
Has so many gun deaths

Is because we have so many guns,
45% of the world’s guns in fact

And 33 percent of the world’s shooters
Are Americans killing other Americans

And most of them, the majority of them,
Are White People killing other people

Not murdering terrorists.
Most are in fact,
Out-of-control citizens.

So Mr. President
When will you come to your senses

And do what 90 percent of the public wants,
Enact nationwide effective gun controls?

And tell the NRA
they can take their blood money elsewhere

When Mr. President
When will you act
When will you take charge

And become a President of the people
Instead of the President of the NRA?

When will this Madness end?

Yet again we turn on the TV
And witness horrible scenes
Of unparalleled violence, hatred, and despair

An old man consumed by his own demons
Opens fire from a hotel room
Killing 58 people injuring hundreds

In Las Vegas, Sin City
And the cry goes out throughout the land

Why yet again this tragedy?
The usual suspects are rounded up

It’s the culture, stupid, cry the conservative voices
Guns are the price of our freedom
Guns Don’t Kill People

The only solution is more guns for everyone
The only solution for a bad guy with a gun
Is a good guy with a gun

An armed society is a polite society

No, it’s the guns, cry the liberal pundits

We must confiscate the guns
Ban Assault weapons
And join the rest of the world

Where such carnage does not occur
And we sit around and argue

Knowing that there will be a next time
And another time and time and time again

Until the end of time
What is the sickness in our souls

That allows for this hatred to fester so
Deep within the minds of our killers

Nothing will change
Until we confront the evil
That lurks deep within each of us

There will be another Las Vegas
Soon enough

Donald Trump, Our Great Compassionate Dear Leader

As an elderly man falls
In front of him
During a charity dinner event
Hitting his head bleeding out

Quote the MAGA Donald Trump our future dear leader

“It is disgusting. I mean the guy was bleeding
all over the nice marble floor”

Donald Trump the self-proclaimed
saviour of the nation
Could not be bothered to lift a finger

“Thank God for the marines who took out the garbage
But they left a mess on the nice marble floor
And ruined their nice uniforms”
and disrupted a fine dinner

Did he call the grieving family the next day
Of course not

Quote the Great Leader, the Donald

“I forgot to call.” That is not his thing at all
And still, I wonder

How such a disgusting excuse
For a human being became

The leader of the greatest nation
On earth

And what it means for the future
Is it proof that we are doomed
That America is in the final stage
Of terminal decline?

Or will Americans take
out the garbage
From the white house?

Fake Calls by John (“Jake”) Cosmos Aller

Every day I get woken up
As the sun comes up
By my phone ringing

With a fake call

It seems that the only people
Whoever bother to call me

Are the fake call people

Who all call me
With fake sincerity

Offering me a great deal
On this and that scam

I curse at them
Yell at them
Mutter obscenities in foreign tongues

And block their calls
Yet it does not seem to matter

The next call will be
Yet another fake call

Am I doomed to receive
Fake calls until I day I die

I turn on my computer

And read my fake news accounts
And watch TV for the latest fake news

And the politicians lying
And the criminals scheming

To take my money

The Zappa song comes to mind

You will obey me while I lead you
And eat the garbage that I feed you
Until the day that we don’t need you

Don’t go for help . . . no one will heed you
Your mind is totally controlled

It has been stuffed into my mold
And you will do as you are told
Until the rights to you are sold

That’s right, folks . . .

Don’t touch that dial

And I scream to the universe
Just leave me alone

Then the phone rings

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