Health Care Kills, EAT BOOMERS

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SOYLENT BOOMERS

RUNNING MARATHON RACES

EATING STRINGY SPROUTS,

MEDITATING; BOOMERS HEALTH

IS TREATED AS DEVOUT.

.

  BOOMERS DON'T FEEL THREATENED BY

  DEMENTED GOP "JOKERS,"

BEING FARTHER FROM DEATH

THAN THOSE GHOSTLY, THIN-LIPPED FOLKERS.

BOOMERS HAVE SO MUCH TO LOSE,

THEIR HOMES AND CARS AND  FUTURES;

OLD DEVILS  WITH THE PROSTATE BLUES

THREATEN HELL AND GRAB THEIR SUTURES.

"SENTENCING GRANDMA
TO UNTIMELY DEATH"?
THESE TOTTERING FOOLS FORGOT
THEIR MOMS TOO DREW LAST BREATH.

PERHAPS THEY WERE 

MORE THAN THEY ARE:

PERHAPS THEY HAD IDEALS!
MADE SOCIAL JUSTICE, 
NOT MONEY-POWERS

THEIR AVATARS.

American Memory: Not THAT Bad!

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DIDN'T THEY
ALREADY ADMIT...


...S & P's ratings were for sale?
Why still quote them
in the same old way?

...Financials that get too big
must be bailed;
are too big to fail?

Why are four
brokerage firms
allowed to
pair into
just TWO?

...California has the 5th largest economy
but is twisting slowly, slowly
as banks, insurance, car companies
are bailed out or bankruptcy'd
with Federal spotters, for their safety?

What would be revealed
to a fly on the wall?
Who's made what deals
of who wins,
who falls?

USAmerica Gives Bagdad to

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The Bombs Bursting in Air

Isn't it ironic?

Love of war 

is so great that

bombs are

iconic.

From the counties to the nations,

governmental celebrations

 commemorate

their holidays designate

with mini-conflagrations

of wars -  with beautification.

  FireWorks, like real bombs,

foul the air with

particles;

lucky us, we suffer not

as do  "allied" 

Iraqis

 who have been shocked and awed

by the genuine 

articles.

Small and wan,

and distant,

this perfunctory

celebratory

rocketry,

for Baghdad's 

"victory,"

calls to their minds the

crematory

we made of this now

foster-child of

nobody.

So the Conqueror, 

with all his

dignity,

and majestic 

generosity,

 gives them a 

giant Key

to their own

 city.

GOV. SANFORD

WHEN "TAIL" WAGS A DOG


Tail wags their dogs,
in more ways than one:
pack your baggage
and your bags
and git out of Town!
Do "soul-mating"
during time YOU own!

The line of criminals,
hypocrites and liars
grows too long to recall:
Sanford doesn't,
that is clear:
exacerbating his own fall;
himself he cannot hear.

With his tongue-wagging
from his saintly face,
as he's bragging
about babes
he has seduced,

maybe he thinks
he'll keep his job
or be the President
by flaunting "sexuality;"
He's out of touch
with how much
the public can put up
with sordid tales,
adulterers' betrayals,
and low-life reality?

"Out damned spot!"
Lady Macbeth
did shout
at her own venality;
Hey Sanford!
We can see
right through
and YOU
are simply
CREEPY!

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AL FRANKEN

FIRE DEM ROCKETS!

Perhaps Al has the Democrats'
testes in his pocket
and when he takes his Senate seat
we'll see them on the docket!

Republican Scoff-Laws, LIPSTICK ON A...

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LIPSTICK ON A PIT BULL


they scoff at the law;
they fight dirty in DC;
Hypocrits, Immorals,
  Dictators of their Party

stay in office when they lose,
just to stall and to obstruct
the voter's election agenda;
but in the End? the
righteous rule. and the GOP is,uh,.. stopped

 

Congress Inaction IS ACTION!

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REVERSE RACISM


Does "racism" mean just
discrimination
by a majority group
against a smaller one?

Racism's
"against a race"
based on
skin tone.

Opposition's built-in
to "discrimination;"
but the tone of "reverse"
makes it sound like it's worse
or foolish because
"few" can never win.

The word "racism" fits
both scenarios
because neither is
based on one's merits;

One is not "forward"
(which has a reverse;)
nor is one more backward
since it wasn't FIRST!

Boomers

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they saw

and they could,

so they came,

( beat disease)

they bought

all they should

(according to greed)

what they wrought

was the ruin

of "free love"

and economies

140

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140,

blessed rest,

monastic vows

follow

excess

True Greed

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long before my lies arrive,

old white guys

cast stones

and hide

silly suff'ring,

croc o' tears,

live donor lives

avoiding fear

hedgers, robbers,

thieves, dictators

torture, making

us fictitious

money's not food!

who ARE these guys?

playing the odds,

shame their own gods

far from Madden,

crowds' warped eyes

vamp the fruit,

glam us, the rinds

outnumbered,

enforced conspiracy,

each year's a fee

for a rough-cut democracy

Slingblade

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Johnny is my Slingblade,

everyone should have one;

Billy Bob is getting young,

making music,

having fun,

using his life time

being him.

I Woke Up this Morning

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off the hook,

free at last,

no regrets;

an outcome's cast

the race still runs

walks, sits & stands,

biology binds,

w/ alloy bans

free market WINS!

this round, 4 now;

human lust

must run, must foul

not my job,

not my fault;

treaty-bound, my weaponry

in their vault

spines stiffen up,

push comes to shove,

suck life from joy

then talk of love

crisis passed,

we're home at war:

on drugs, poverty,

always on Them,

and

(unconsciously)

the self

abhor

Teddy Kennedy

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Can the Lion Still be Heard?


Teddy's called the Lion
because of his heart's size;
two brothers better loved than he
live their legends there, inside.

Teddy conquered Envy,
overcame archetypal Pride,
and, now unprotected,
pulled by history's tide,

transcended grief, the death of selves,
and turning toward our writhing needs,
through hails of blood and thunder,
impeding Hellfires' deeds,

he created yet more spacious heart
made common cause within;
raising fraternal sword,
The Battle Tyranny is joined.

Hero's avalanching truths by thousands,
thousands poured to drown it:
he raged, he warred, he wearied,
rallied again to interdict:

in his voice
"of the truth
that shall never die,"
he raised our weakened eyes
to see a prize;
a great man, alive,
and wise,
to be our guide.

He's giving all he can,
his senatorial years,
and then, a thousand steps,
plus one, upon this road less taken
toward the people's right
to health, to life;
Forty Years, alone, ensured
our right was not forsaken.

he attends as well to other tasks,
tasks personally sacred,
will we own our mantle, vow,
keep our own dream alive?
Or eschew another battle
for humanity,
fighting only for calamity,
and be taken
in untimely hour?

Obama on My Mind

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You know how you know
when something is wrong?
(It's a lot like
when somethin' ain't right)

An un-ease,
a dis-ease,
all day long,
"all day
and all of the night."

I thought I heard,
I think he said,
(I'm talking about Obama here
who raised me from the dead)

without saying who
and without saying why,
tone confidential,
kinda "by-the-by;"

"except of course those detainees
at Guantanamo
that can't
be tried"?


Impossible. He wouldn't say it
'cuz that would mean
he's ok with
suspending the "writ"
and "indeterminant stays"
for prisoners
(what's a "detainee?")
to be
in our custody
endlessly,
who no one can hear
and no one can see!

I don't know about you
but, to me,
the Magna Carta is
the very first brick
placed,
(and the base)
of Western Democracy.

Now there's a wind
blows inside my head,
slamming doors,
breaking glass,
groans of the undead;

a familiar,
an unwanted
sense of
nameless dread.

The Mind's Mind

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every mind is different;
some owners have control:
my mind is my good friend
and it has a mind of its own

some minds choose religion;
sometimes owners make the choice:
it's not up to me, you see...
it's my mind that has the voice

i've seen the mind's emotions
submit to the owners' will:
though my emotions overwhelm,
my mind will not not feel 'em

my mind gets right up in my face
if I'm not paying attention;
others' sole job is to support
their owners'
imaginary personas

choosers doubt minds' independence,
minded minds blame low IQ:
'til now, neither has suspected
to what these differences are due

if it's so some folks have minds
and some have minds with minds,
intelligence is not the key;
check "mindedness" for the clue

North Korea/United Nations

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MSNBC: Nora Dunn, Breaking News


"Good afternoon. This is what's happening.

The Urine Security Council met today" and condemned N. Korea's nuke test.

The Porks Eat Everything

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Robespierre,
Steven Colbert,
sharpening their forks,

still the finest
weaponry
to defeat The Porks.

Remember "Dead Wood"
and the sounds of
Porks devouring folks?

savings, homes and jobs,
dreams dashed,
for Porks, all are a fine repast.

Too Small to Succeed

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It was a big thing
for a while
to teach kids
self-respect.

"A good self-image,"
was the chant
to free all people
from want.

We hadn't heard
of businesses
who were
"too big to fail."

That big? Our laws
can't remedy;
now we're too small
to succeed.

Capitalism Killed Democracy!

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While we were being told to save
our money for a rainy day,
all the factories and jobs
just up and slipped away.
Then, they say, grow your money
and with us invest;
you'll never go without, our
plastic lines your nest.

Money not spent on gadgetry
we use to pay each other;
our "service-based economy"
has only newly printed money.

Overlords we'd never seen
held our money "for us;"
they gambled theirs for magic beans,
for ours? Twice stole it from us.

"Flat-lining" on the beeping box
above you when you're dead;
our life-blood is new ink for them;
they can't sell the lives we hocked,
they tax what's left,
leave us bereft,
and act as though they're shocked!

Lesson 1: How our Economy Failed

Hey! Where's your manners?
Wha'dya s'posed ta say?
These nice financial planners
are there to save us
each and every day,
teach us how their game is played.

When they are running low on cash
they call in a favor
from a government official
who brings $$$ right on over,
No Questions Asked.

Now business carries on again,
our forefathers did not forbid
them to party like the Romans,
bonus their minions
with our billions.
Oops! Bummer! Gentlemens' chagrin:
caught both lyin' and stealin'
Let the Beggin' Begin!


Pretending it was obvious
tax Bail money was for business,
no part of government asked
for an accounting or a receipt,
not a letter, not an email
of how they spent the Bail.

(That can't be true;
they're just "copping
to a lesser"
crime of stupidity,
of "I don't remember"
rather than their
shameless thievery.)

CEO's make hay and play and hideaway
tax money from 'sharecroppers' pay;
we feel a bit taken aback,
then realizing we've been had,
it's NOT all good;
we're fightin' mad!


Drag in Mr. AIG and make him swear the truth,
blindsided Congress hollers
"what have you done with all the loot?"
Mr. AIG is a gentleman,
remaining serene and cool;
he says he is offended (!)
by Congress' oafish fools.

Barney's frank next time he speaks
and tells it like it is:
the interviewer asks
"Why can't we take it back
and prosecute these deeds?"

Barney answers, with effect,
our laws allow for that,
except in the case
of the "Too Big to Fail"s.

A tipping point
is reached
when Corporations amass so much
of the nations' resources,
they pass into a "Nirvana" where
they follow only rules of theirs
and (drop your jaws)
they are no longer subject to ours,
or any,
laws.

Hmmmmers

WHAT ABOUT THEM??


Big Three car makers
of gas-guzzling smog-makers
protest with wordy roars,
"We make the machines of War!"

Big Three make bald-faced requests
for Congress to bequest
them the taxes of future citizens,
so they too can make war and win.

Faster than absurd!
More powerful than apocalyptic!
Look! Over Iran!
It's the Super Flying Ponzi Man!

Sworn in by Cheney ain't no Taint!

Senator feeling like a saint;
blocks the Chi guy with Blogo taint!

[Senator halo flickers faint;
office sanctified by Cheney stained!]

Joyce Kilmer's "Tree"

TV


I think I cannot stand to see

more war victims on tv;

bodies dragged, trundled and carried,

laid in the street, witnessed, buried.

Their buildings rubblized, complete

and their tormentors complain

when they must seek

shelter if they hear

a big "sparkler's" might be near;

this shelter's finished, it's a room

far finer than a Palestinian home.

Israelists gossip and chat

inside, a minute, two, that's that.

Gaza City? Not one structure
left intact.


the supreme israelist

was compelled to say,

"We're teaching them a lesson,

for scaring us today;

scare us? you will die, our way.


his racist contempt for the "other"

oozed from round his eye's balls...Hey!

he's had "some work done,"

betcha five!


what kind of villain calls it a lesson

when he kills 600, many children?

Next day? Kill 100,
their casualty-
ONE.
It's fair to them!
They are "RIGHT"
that's right,
far to the right
of the Reich!

Charles Manson was abused
by his mother, unfairly used,
imprisoned most of his life,
came out a monster-killed on sight.
Too bad for all when folks get screwed;
they're twisted with a short, hot fuse.
often it is their children too
Israelists , they've got a clue
they're monsters, but they've paid their dues,
if you piss 'em off, that's death to you.

Think a sec, this guy's top dog
on international tv;
all world leaders, their people too
are watching to see what he'll do.

And, straight-faced, no hesitation,
he's playing teacher
and this is his "lesson."

adsense

Proverb for Palestine

IF AN ISRAELIST MUST SWAT A FLY,
A PALESTINIAN MUST DIE

ashes, ashes

israel wins

so thinks
its life
will now
be good

it got its way,
killed everyone.
(but look!
it took
home
ghosts
of
all the dead
again)

richard pryor joke;
Judge: But why did you kill the whole family?
Accused: umm, 'cuz they wuz home ?)

there is a price
for such icy
treachery
to pay;
when
may be
today
or every day;
til then
stay home,
pray ghostliness
its holy
forgiveness.

Gaza-Nam

("I'M SPARTACUS!"
"NO, I'M SPARTACUS!")

WE'RE ALL HAMAS
NOW!




if the parallels were less obvious,
or were eerie when recalled;
if our appetites for the barbarous
did not spring,
full-formed,
from a lust to fight and fall;
if, when hope was bounteous,
unheard were Furies' calls;
if from the rubble piteous
"enemy" cries did not enthrall

if enemies were friends and we lived long
enough to hear a glacier's second song,
would we then needs pursue the peace
to ensure long life is sweet?

if endlessly creating
our own feasts and famines
were not our history,our chosen fate,
we would have stopped conspiring
to make our own expiring
but an unseemly sacrifice
to hate

dead children laid beside their mothers,
cries and screams from mourners;
living only loss, our own or others,
refusing or unable
to rise out of
our fable:
"The powerful can triumph,
possess everything,
turn the bloody tables
and suck good life from evil"

no volunteers for enduring
a life long enough for learning
from the hanging and the burning?
that life in peace and contemplation
obviates the lying desperation
for expiation?

those who love the war and gore
and name their weapons "Predator"
display the human evolution:
our guises, self-deception
achieve high sophistication,
yet, we are the same
as we ever were
and it's our weapons
rise to heaven.

not a vision into forward time
emerging from a dream:
not killers' drones nor minds so fine
will ever start the meme
of our flying, high and free,
of our own deathly vices.