Political Economy For Times of Terror and Remorse
"There'll be pie in the sky when we die. (That's a lie)"
who would'a'magined such delicacy
aloft (on high)?
some thoughts what ought not be said, though
"words will never harm me",
as one may bruise and bleed
as per sticks and stones, and
intercontinental ballistic missle'ry.
Our crossroads will be merry in the practice of manifest
destiny imperialism soon to be extended
to Outer Space....poisoning new worlds as we've
toxicated our own "mother"........it'll be easy enough
once the rockets get rollin' 'n blowin' holes in the night.
The priorities, agenda, and protocol therein, are initially
funny, but wait til the main event "manifests" such a
thick, wild, awesome,omnipresent den'sity
as to choke on fresh-broiled elephantine flesh, (straight off
the barbie), fashioned as the great delicacy that we so
often thought it to be.
Sentient rumors being historic humors have come and settled in
for the night, resting til the coming war(s) begin to burn all
that took so long to build, that we'd be better-off never to have
expended such efforts to justify the slavery which we always have
taken such passion's pride to particulate each brick and bone
in a good night's good work.
It is not as though ye wasn't warned, y'know?