THE FREE MARKET FRANKENSTEIN MONSTER IS AT MY DOOR AND HE IS ASKING FOR MORE WAR

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The Free Market Frankenstein Monster is at our doorstep
His familiar jingo of war playing in the background with all of its pomp and circumstance
He is asking for more war

Using only the language of aggression he speaks of his credibility

His need for retaliation and of his desires to bring a moral death

On distant shores for the good of humanity

He has cloaked himself in a veneer of self-righteousness

He goes through, once again, all of the tradition

His forced smile contradicts his bloody aims

He speaks of credibility when it is not necessary
He speaks of intelligence that is not trustworthy
He speaks of only his war maneuvers and never a way to peace
He speaks of solutions that have no answers
He speaks of crimes with no need for investigations
He speaks of a democracy without innocence until proven guilty
He speaks of war strategies for humanity that never take into account death for so many innocent civilians
He speaks of the purity and justice of war without mention of the the racket and the war profiteers
He speaks of the need to provide peace in the region but always he is back at our door clamoring for more war

He speaks of these wars, as if somehow, they can provide a final solution to what will assuredly be attacks on our home, violence and fear

Yet increasingly I feel less secure

Again and again, he has appeared at my door
With more needs for credibility
With more claims of new intelligence

With more and newer war maneuvers

Death machines and killing toys

More final solutions
Ever more supposed gifts for humanity
What has been the result that I have seen with mine own eyes

More and more Death

Destruction

Mayhem to innocents caught up in wars fiery flames

The characters in the bloody cast and the villains ever changing

But the blasted song remains the same

As his war song echoed in the background

A song that is filled with such Cruelty

Gore

Inhumanity and suffering

That it can hardly be listened to just endured

As the song played once again, on and on

Wracking my tortured brain

This song that I had approved before
I looked directly into the eyes of the Free Market Frankenstein Monster
With a teardrop quivering from my eyeball
I softly said, “No more do I want your war.”
And I closed the door

Childrens’ Book Babe Ruth – Dr. Seuss

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Dr. Seuss was a bit of a recluse
Who liked his gin with vermouth
Seems to me a bit refined
Rather than uncouth
Thing 1 and Thing 2
Were identical twins
Based from his youth
Lots of people do not know
As he got old
He had a scraggly tooth
When it comes to his children’s books though
He is on a par with Babe Ruth

The Art of The Fool

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Only Trump Cult will succumb

To the un-majestical potion

Of the two-bit salesman’s notion

That Don the Con and Kim Jong-Un are ONE

The Apprentice President is cruising (golfing?)
On non policy, nothing concrete accomplished, losing. (Unless you consider gi-normous tax breaks for the rich and corporations a success).
The Art of The Fool – El Payaso.
The biggest policy idea?
The Trump Administration has come up with?
A wall in El Paso
That can be ingress/egressed with a ladder/ lasso

Hit The Road Jack

 

 
 
 
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Follow the Money
 
See who has the honey
 
 
And with media control
 
 
They will have you believing in the Easter Bunny
 
 
In the wondering why

 

The newspapers have an anti-Union scoop

 

It is all part in parcel

With big Corporations

Trying to get you

To play the Dupe

 

Rile you up!

About Union-scale

Lazy and over-paid!

Goes the tall tale

 

They want all workers to join

In their newfound rave

So they can hire you

And make you their corporate

Free Market Frankenstein Monster

Know-Nothing working slave

 

Suggest there is unfairness?

If you dare?

 

Or how about a Pension?

Maybe some Healthcare?

 

If you are naive?

You will think

They have your back

 

Hence be taken aback

 

When they say

 

Without a hint of dismay

 

“Hit The Road Jack”!

Season of Hope

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Why have you forsaken us

O’ season of bloom

What manner of transformation do you seek?

Your concealing actions

In these cloud swept skies

Speaks to deception

My Lord

As your humble servant

I beg of you

To please return

To your former constitution

Which bringeth not only I

But the beasts of burden

And all the buzzing creatures

Plus the wondrous soaring birds

Swooping in like rabble-rousers

To a long lost love!

Happiness!

Hear our cries!

O’ season of hope

And bring forth your glory

Your Progressive Manifest Destiny

To bring economic opportunity – health – quality-of-life and sustained sustenance

To us all

Appalled at Medicare For All

Oh! Can you hear the Roar from Howville!
How will you pay for it?

Flinched the Democratic Government Grinch

Aghast the Republican iconoclast

Isn’t this Socialist?

Liar!

Shouted the Progressive Host with the Mostest

What do you mean Corporate Advertisement Meme? 

With the underlying fascist theme!

The same as we account for The War on Others shore?

Bibi against the Palestinian grandeur

That has so wonderfully transformed
The economic life

Of the American Middle Class and Poor?