Courses of action
coursing through veins
pumping blood
pumping the shotgun
cold, calculated revenge
against the patriarchy
angry women to the cause
the warning shot came
across the bow
all female kind
put in the crosshairs
their liberty and sovereignty revoked
by act of court
Roe v. Wade overturned
but it’s as if
these callous white men
believed the girls of America
timid, trembling posies
who would do nothing
but accept
but they did not
when freedom is at stake
freedom must be fought for
as they say, there’s a cost
it ain’t free
and old straight red state
conservative
evangelical born again Christian males
paid the price
as second amendment solutions
came courting
roving America
criss-crossing the wide miles
of its country
so much desolate nowhere land
so many rednecks alone
a gunshot here
a throat slashed there
blunt beat down
bodies bloated down river
a poisoning, a castration
bleeding out in back alleys
how appropriate
women outlawed by courts
had no choice
but to be outlaws
and they played the part
if abortion is murder then play-on
a murderer thus labeled
to the label must rise
homicide is homicide
from blastocyst
to cataract eyes
how the men feared
the ultimate
in late term extraction
how the men regretted
their unfortunate
miscarriage of justice
Archive for December, 2016
Judigynous
December 27, 2016Merry F%#@ing Christmas
December 23, 2016Once there was a time when we could all say
Merry Christmas or happy holidays
Then one day it was a contentious choice
In how we told other folk to rejoice
Sides were taken in an annual war
That never even existed before
What should have been a joyous time of year
Was swallowed by a paranoid fear
Holidayers would steal away their words
And Merry Christmas would seldom be heard
Magic words for the Christmasers mattered
For them this greeting was more than chatter
They didn’t care to simply be polite
Their culture’s at stake in the this holy fight
On teevee they shout until they’re red-faced
Agitating an angry mob debased
They bluster over perceived offenses
Without a hope to come to their senses
So in how you wish others be cautious
For you might just make your neighbors nauseous
Take as a warning this dear little ode
Or else you could make right wing heads’ explode
Merry-fucking-Christmas
That’s what Christ would fucking say
Merry-fucking Christmas
Every merry fucking day
It is Happening Again
December 20, 2016Why does it seem that some wars never end
we beat the Nazis now they’re back again
Our thanks to the greatest generation
is piss on their graves and shit on their nation
They fought and bled and died for our liberty
and gave us hope for a new century
Those freedoms won new fascists strip away
the third reich rising from a shallow grave
With theocidal eyes turned to Islam
lining them up for their new world pogrom
Their great dream of war between West and East
sick Christian dogma to wake the beast
So sign up for Christian supremacy
and shit on our veterans’ legacy
Cast your vote for the Nazi president
trash the future in malicious intent
Let’s give our children no world to inhabit
the time’s right to eradicate the planet
It can’t happen here… until it does
It can’t happen here… it just did
Crosskind
December 16, 2016all crime
every act of criminality
the very root of all evil
to give breath to such
a notion so past prime
it reeks sour of rot
is humankind’s belief
the world exists for it
and that it,
as the great tome of vulgaries sayeth,
gives us “dominion…
over all the Earth…”
trees and birds
fish and livestock
the creeping creepers that creepeth
this is the sociopath
entrenched in humanity
deep in the ego’s foxhole
fixed tight
resistant to dislodgement
but the world
it does not
exist for us
nor does it need or want us
and if it could
if it were capable
it would not give a fuck
about us
yet strongly do we hold
the faith it does
and here we err
so fully
the toxin of our
over-estimated self-worth
afflicts
our society
undermines its immunity
to destabilization
and further
poisons the planet itself
that very planet
which we are so sure
exists for us
does in fact die for us
our sins
we are the cross
our poor Earth
has been nailed to
Mistaken the Heart
December 13, 2016I hate the ways
the days go by
half over
before begun
it’s no wonder
our lives
feel as if
gone in a flash
when there’s so little
substance
filling them
all padding
is what we choose
sportsball
socialmedia
cablenews
our lives are
as if diets of
potatoes
rice
and white bread
stuffing for skin sacks
bellies filled
much like our souls
on nothing of sustenance
ready to waste away
in a flash
of sudden mid-life crisis
gone, gone
what seemingly took so
long, long
because once it’s past
it is short
as if it never was
but before it comes
eternal
and thus we think are we
Justifications of a Suicidal Old Man
December 9, 2016Suicide should exist as an inevitability
the grossly aged self deceive
live on under the delusion
that their experience and memories
are of vital value
to the young and present
reminiscences of the past
possess zero worth
it’s all best left behind
forgotten in the wilds
clearing way for renewal
constant and steady
without looking back
like Las Vegas
tear it down
build it again
a society grown and harvested
it’s fruits devoured
seeds sewn for a new season
that’s the knife
we must hold
cold against reality’s skin
cut out and plant the eyes
toward the future
old potatoes make good compost
Scorn
December 6, 2016human to human
what we’ve become
cries for execution and blood
imprisonment without justice
gang rape for vocal women
who speak their piece
applause for death and torture
cheers for pain and sickness
the seeming degradation of
human to human
what we’ve become
is illusion
we’ve always been
this foulness, this disease
this vitriolic rancor
it’s us, who we are
human to human
stockade and gallows
breaking wheel and rack
cucking stool and lash
we dehumanize
convert the screams
of the ones condemned
through brazen bull into ‘moo’
vicious entertainments
to delight humanity’s ghouls
in this knowledge
of history’s ensanguined cruelty
be not surprised
by the maliciousness
of your contemporaries
at those they ostracize
and at those they praise