If Joe Biden laughed at me, I’d punch him in the face,
Civility the first requirement of the human race.
Thank the sun, the rain, the bounty which even on the undeserving pours,
Thank your country and democracy and the opinion that’s different than yours.
Print money and give it to the poor that you might buy their vote,
Love animals, but little humans in the womb smote.
Pander to those who want to get paid
But speak honestly to those who want to get laid.
If we don’t arm ourselves, others will invade;
Don’t you figure this out in first grade?
I like sports, guns, dogs, cigars and cigarettes,
I love pretty women as long as they are pets;
Please vote for the party that best supports the vets.
I have a Volvo. I barely escaped my birth.
The natural planet is the best way to measure worth,
And there’s a hole for the corporate rich in my dear mother Earth.
Hard work and science. All the rest is crap:
A crucifix on the wall. A little nap.
“From fairest creatures we desire increase…”
—That sounds so right-wing, I just want some peace…
I have a bathtub, and that is all I got.
Why tax my tub and not tax that yacht?
Redistribute wealth! Justice is our cry!
But that impulse turns ugly with a shrinking pie…
The birds in the trees make a pretty sound
But Man’s life is this: taking coal out of the ground.
Division of labor will always be unjust;
Things that people want turn into a must,
And every ideal and dream crumbles into dust.
If the Queen laughed at me, I’d punch her in the face,
Civility the first requirement of the human race.
mpv.muthu said,
October 14, 2012 at 4:24 pm
Well said. Were and are facts. Poet deserves appreciation.
mpv.muthu
marcusbales said,
October 15, 2012 at 3:38 am
The libertarian zircon’s major fault
Aside from how it lures, without the loupe
Of learning, the young to think that they’re John Galt,
That wealth and fame will come in one swell foop,
Then find that Housman’s right about how malt
Not Milton Friedman makes them less a dupe
Is how a family and mortgage makes it clearer
That wealth and fame recede in the rearview mirror,
That major fault, I say, in all this talk
Of liberty and freedom is the time
And work it takes to even learn to walk
Before you ever make or lose a dime —
Metaphorically — and it’s a shock
To hear how far away the siren chime
Of wealth and fame have gotten while you’re learning
The bit you need to keep what you’ve been earning.
However big or smart or fast you are
There’s always someone bigger, smarter, faster –
And out there in the libertarian bazaar
The only skills you’ve got are those you master
By yourself. It’s close but no cigar
In every case, and dodging each disaster
Til you don’t – and then, well, then you’re done.
You’re fast until you meet a faster gun.
That’s the lure of the libertarian fife:
You’re on your own with none to wish you luck.
At almost every point there’s stress and strife
And where there’s not you’ll find a jive or shuck.
They’ll take your cash, car, kids, dog, wife, and life
And fuck you like a course in how to fuck.
There won’t be any last-minute interventions:
The road to serfdom’s paved with good intentions.
C.A.R. support said,
October 15, 2012 at 9:42 am
THE WIND AT DAWN
And the wind, the wind went out to meet with the sun
At the dawn when the night was done,
And he racked the clouds in lofty disdain
As they flocked in his airy train.
And the earth was grey, and grey was the sky,
In the hour when the stars must die;
And the moon had fled with her sad, wan light,
For her kingdom was gone with night.
Then the sun upleapt in might and in power,
And the worlds woke to hail the hour,
And the sea stream’d red from the kiss of his brow,
There was glory and light enow.
To his tawny mane and tangle of flush
Leapt the wind with a blast and a rush;
In his strength unseen, in triumph upborne,
Rode he out to meet with the morn!
— Caroline Alice Roberts (1848-1920)
noochinator said,
October 15, 2012 at 9:48 am
If you assaulted the Veep, dear Tom,
The Service would react with much alarm,
And you’d be beaten and thrown in a cell—
A coffee-chat story for wage slaves to tell.