A Spring Stroll

I was strolling around town  

and came upon a corner statue 

and on it’s plaque 

there was a poem written 

by a forth grader about lemons and limes 

and I swear, 

it was the best poem I ever read 

and for a moment in time

I saw the futility of all my years.

Elementary 

So here we are on a economic seesaw 

and fatso won’t let us down 

less he quickly gets off 

and we crash to the ground 

and there’s not a teacher in sight.

* * *

If the majority of Americans were blood thirsty, frivolous, superficial and just plain dumb

than the entertainment/news industry would give them nothing but blood and gore,

ridiculous news, corny plots, bad jokes and senseless, repetitive reality shows

all saturated to the hilt with commercials.

* * *

If Jodi Arias was ugly do you think CNN would be covering her trial so extensively?

Next they'll be telling us

'Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness'

  are just liberal entitlements
  subject to dismantlement.

* * *

I suspect
after the corporate oligarchy takes total control,
if it hasn’t already,
democracy will be referred to as the ‘d’ word
or maybe
it will just call itself a democracy.

Another Lame Debate

They can barge right in, anytime, anywhere. 

Eavesdrop every call and message sent. 

Take way everything you got 

and kick you out after you paid your rent 

and you’ll say and do nothing 

but take your gun and you’ll come undone 

and all of a sudden 

you have constitutional rights.

* * *

Back when I knew plenty of bad guys with guns
I never heard of even one
who ever tried to pass a background check

and when it comes to mental health issues,
it's simple,
start with those obsessed with guns.

When is too much too much?

Somewhere along the line 

the final straw landed on the back 

of our grand society 

and there was a sickening crack 

and it’s been breaking down 

ever since 

and nobody has the sense 

to figure out what happened.

What was once a progressive

three steps forward and a half a step back 

became a three steps forward, two steps back 

and now it’s three forward and three back 

and still 

nobody knows what’s happening. 

So we surround ourselves with bits and bytes, 

digital this and digital that 

and call it advanced or high technology 

and for all anyone knows 

it very well might have been the final straw.

Sometimes he wakes up in a dead silence 

where no recollections have yet to appear.

No schemes, no dreams or frivolous props 

have yet to clutter his empty stage mind 

and for a little time he knows what it means 

to rest in peace.

The Asylum

I wander through the asylum 

watching and conversing with whoever. 

Some compare Obama to Hitler 

while others obsess about the weather. 

Die-hards clutch tight their precious guns  

mumbling it's a god given right. 

Crouching in fear behind tables and chairs 

for all the 'what if’s' and 'what might

happen' while those in the garden
pretend they are on a Caribbean cruise 

cuz everything is just hunky-dory  

according to the lady on the evening news.

All smiles and celebratory
for the banker crew and it’s five year high.
In a global asylum they bargain
for the biggest piece of the proverbial pie

and I just wander and wonder
what the hell is going on here and there
and everywhere this madness
hiding in the form of the normal and sane.