SHAPE-SHIFTING CORPORATE HYPERION NOSFERATU

I am the Shape-Shifting

Media Shakespearean

Corporate Hyperion

Capitalist Nosferatu

Who really gives a damn!

A pachyderm

Horton hears a Who?

Shapeshifting blood subsisting

Vampire from Kalamazoo

Got my parasitic

Anti-civic banksters

To grab all your loot

Pre existing monolithic

Immortal?

Immersed in Kung-Fu

Got This Soft Frenchy Fuqua Dude

Screaming out

“Merci! Sacre bleu!”

It’s The Shape-Shifting

Media Shakespearean

Corporate Hyperion

Capitalist Nosferatu!

 

TAKE BACK THE CITIES, TOWNS, AND CORNFIELDS OF AMERICA

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They look down from their penthouse

and turn up their nose

They see us all

as a murder of crows

Bunch of pests

and foul nuisances

trying to eat of their crops

Not sons

and daughters

and mommas

and pops

They don’t want to hear

of our lower class rambling

Why shan’t we continue

our financial gambling?

Their scarecrow is the media

which deems us all decadent

We shall not yield

the cornfield

For we are

the 99 percent!

Workers of America we must unite!

Shall we sink further into the abyss, abdication and abandonment of the Havenots!

If this is left unchallenged then what chance do workers have?

We are like conquered soldiers working for the conquerors.

Just waiting to be stripped of the last vestiges of our dignity.

Corporations, private and public, need to be called out for their greedy decisions that are sanctioned in the American Free Market Frankenstein Monster economic policies we have now, that fuels a Race To The Bottom Wages And Benefits War Against Workers.

American workers have become so complacent in their opposition to such destructive policies, even one as egregious as this one, the rebuilding of the Verrazzano Bridge in New York City, which sees our taxpayer money going to China, us using their steel, instead of employing American steel workers of which there are many unemployed.

A veritable slap in the face to the over 14+ millions of unemployed Americans.

The culture of individuality that is the so-called Free Market now, is a brilliantly orchestrated coup de tat by corporate and plutocratic media through the constant saturation of corporate ads, celebrity culture, sports icons and Snookie media.

It has left workers and the poor who are being slaughtered in this economy, mocked as “takers,” in what can only be described as a marketing campaign of a symbiotic national superiority complex, which combines economic patriotism mixed with a religious fervor that heaps disdain and disposability on the poor and middle class workers of this nation.

Look what I have done!

Screw the rest if they cannot make it!

They should not be pitied!

There is no money to be made on empathy!

This is our National Motto.

Our Paul Ryan economics that derive from the philosophy of Ayn Rand.

The same Ayn Rand who praised a serial killer because he was “able to do exactly what he pleased without worry of what others thought.”

The “exactly what he pleased” part it turns out, was the ruthless cutting and dismembering of a little girl the killer had kidnapped.

This is the ideology that drives our Free Market Frankenstein Monster economic policies.

Gone are the days when companies felt that what was good for all of its workers was good for the company.

Now workers are discarded regularly.

And marginalized.

Disposable in an economy that favors stock market prices, growth and profits.

CEOs care more about their bonuses than the human capital they employ, whom are seen not as an asset, but as wasteful, and in need of a trimming whenever possible.

The steady decline of workers wages and benefits and unions is due to decisions like this one, using taxpayer money to buy Chinese steel to rebuild the Verazzano Bridge, that are made only with profit incentives in mind, for corporations and plutocrats, and not for American workers.

These decisions are made to cripple workers and unions and subjugate them and mitigate any and all power they might still have and make them acquiesce to their masters – Big Rich and Big Corporation.

The MTA and many other American corporations will fly their flags on July 4th disingenuously crowing of their devout loyalty to America and democracy while they laugh at American workers as they are laid off continuing their attacks on unions and workers collective bargaining agreements.

Keeping them marginalized due to the idol that they really adore, one much more worthy in their eyes than any history lesson on democracy, and that idol is greed, via the love of profits.

They have no interest in the the overwhelming majority of Americans who were middle class and now poor, working and now jobless, housed and now homeless, cared for and now abandoned.

We Americans, who have clung to the illusion of the American Dream, will vow on these Shutdown Government Days to fight back against corporatism and plutocratic power.

To let the elites in business, media and politics know that they must change course to the winds of the great social, political and economic changes that are at hand.

Else we shall rise up and demand a government and economic ship that is steered By the people, For the people, and Of the people.

INEQUALITY IS REAL! The 1% holding the economic wealth is no longer just a myth as the middle class is slowly dissipating into the abyss.

In order for America to stay afloat, we must invest in the middle class boat.

We must invest citizen capital, not just blind consumerism, in ourselves, and for our children’s futures.

To combat the very real and destructive actions of The Free Market Frankenstein Monster that is running amok all around us and threatens American democracy and has made a mockery of The American Dream.

Let us all join together in the fields, towns and cities of this nation and take back our beloved country from the savage control of the Free Market Frankenstein Monster.

We shall slay and banish the beast.

Demand and wrest control back from the plutocrats and corporatists.

Raise your voices brothers and sisters!

Together in solidarity we shall make The Appeal!

In our unity we shall gain the power of the collective consciousness.

Which will overpower the monied interests via the sheer volume of protest against economic, social and political unfairness that fills the ether more and more like toxic carbon monoxide, in an already overheating planet.

Only together in solidarity can we begin to overturn the selfish and greedy economic system that disproprtionately favors the elites and corporations, disdains workers and their families, and pivot in a new direction.

A direction that concentrates primarily on taking care of the least amongst us instead of those most well off.

Promotes a spirit of togetherness and community, along with entrepreunership, to enable all of our children to live a future of peace, prosperity and happiness while having access to all of the basic human needs like housing, food, water, health care, day care, education and the ability to be gainfully employed by corporations that are willing to pay dignified wages with benefits and retirement packages and above all put the long term interests of people over the short term allure of profits.

Check in on our daily “viewspaper” The Appeal and share our stories and join in our grassroots movement to eradicate the Free Market Frankenstein Monster as presently constituted, and build a better and fairer economic, political, and social society where the basic needs of all are met and all can join in the opportunity of the American Dream and the wholesome interests of our people are more paramount than the greedy pursuit of profits.

Where the building up of families and communities takes precedent over the inhuman Mother Earth destroying material demands of corporations.

We sincerely thank all of you who are in the vanguard joining in solidarity to help us together make The Appeal.

 

HAVES AND HAVENOTS

Look again

Towards the breadbasket

of civilization

They hold up

A mirror

To our own

Looming American class confrontation

Education on History!

Upon the beautiful shores

of Greece

Comes a class warfare

That has divided the cultural peace

Forced down his throat

The Noble Greek

Will not swallow

The European Austerity Plan

He’s expected to follow!

Damning their working class culture

Not approved by Apollo!

Quite fitting

This eternal struggle

Has returned

To the original arena

When the working class people

Are exploited

They always find it

Anathema!

Pray

May their Truth

Be guided

By the Sword of Hercules

And the Wisdom of Athena

WRITERS BLOCK

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Writer’s block

Hard as rock

My brain seems covered

By a smock

Wait up you!

Something’s coming through

Hope its not

Some hullabaloo

Oh snaps!

Damn Iran!

How About Uncle Sam!

When The Hell

Is He Getting Out of

Afghanistan!

FUNNY THIS THING CALLED MONEY

Funny

This thing called Money

When filled with pockets deep

Can make some men

Ignore their friend

Mixing conceit

Concealed with deceit

Don’t forget your receipt

Funny this thing called Money

Makes bankers gamble

Like it was the Wild Wild West

One for me

None for all

As I build up my treasure chest

Funny this thing called Money

Makes people feel

They are privileged

We are not of their ilk

Through manipulation of the stock markets

The price has gone up on

Baby’s milk

Funny this thing called Money

Buys Politicians

For their quote

Pocketing fist-loads of cash

From the billionaire stash

Their explanation?

We are all in the same boat

Funny this thing called money

Can make worker’s

Against their interests cow

Arisen!

Let’s fight plutocracy and corporatism now

And put aside the plow!

FORGIVE FOR TIME HEALS ALL WOUNDS

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I shall layeth down my cloak of redemption

It shall cleaneth you of all manner of compensation

For just as my temperament doth squabble feebly

with the present foibles of my most difficult current hostilities

Time

Sweet majestic

Unwavering time

Doth reconcile in me

An assurance of tranquility

Shall invade my troubled waters

And calm the turbulent seas

To but a ripple

As if transposed to a lake

Where the sun doth shine

From the heavens

Torturous stress leaven!

And prosperity

Will live

In my house

Once more

THE INNER RECESSES OF YOUR MIND

I’ve just come

From a ghastly place

Darker than any cave

You can find

This place is full of shadows

Thieves

Winos

Creeps

Assorted swine

Passed a red-eyed vagrant

With piercing red angry eyes!

The macabre visions

Menacingly

Seeming to imply

You have entered

Into

The inner recesses

Of your mind

THE STIRRING WIND

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Can you feel the stirring wind?

What does it mean

When will it end

What things of joy does it portend

A new beginning or bitter end

Will we be lovers or still best friends

Can we start over and make amends

Can you feel the stirring wind?

Is this really how the change begins

Will I be washed of all my sins

All my losses turned to wins

Will there shine light upon this din

A different body than the one I am in

A better mind to see through the spin

Can you feel the stirring wind?

Will it be real or just pretend

Will I heal or never mend

Who is that in the pictures I’m in

The days of old with fallen men

Did they ascend to a better land

Can you feel the stirring wind?

It’s on your wings that men depend

Where old lives end

and new ones begin

THE RAPTURE

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In the perusing of the words to capture

 

The reverential ideas

 

That lead to the Rapture

 

The satanic animal must be a snake

 

To non-believer’s burn at the stake

 

Suicide bombs take me to Heaven

 

Twelve disciples minus Judas

 

Equals eleven

 

Popes in robes

 

And witches coves

 

Causing blood to flow

 

From native doves

 

Virgins birthing little babies

 

From ribs comes women

 

How amazing!

 

Parting rivers and rising from the dread

 

A pagan idol!

 

Off with his head!

 

So many people 

 

From such different lands

 

Can’t we all 

 

Love Herr/Hymn? 

 

Whilst joining hands

NO LONGER SCARED

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What is that sound?
Whose is that voice?

When will you return
To comfort me

In loving arms of choice

How can it be?
Why is it so?

The curtain closes
On every show

In a place
Where memories go

How do you know?
Why should you care?

When you say
Your love is mine

What worlds
Have we both shared?

Pray tell

Why do you cry?

Why must you weep?

What do you fear?

My dear

How you look so debonair!

Please hold my hand

Ever stranger

Finally

I need not breathe

For at last

I am no longer scared