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Senate Runaway Breaker

2010-12-25T16:29:00.000-08:00

There's lots of talk about a runaway
breaker his name's something sounds like baner,
and the crooked look in his eyes is bare
hatred with glare, oh he seems vicious
and was recently appointed the Pit Bull
of the Senate of Yahoos (Jonathan
Swift was the one who invented the Word-
ah! just another friggen poet's mots.)
The jesters and the acrobats have struck
a chord of public glee, hee hee hee ho.
Obama's gonna get it a shellack
he thought was tough at Midterm elections...
is he up to snuff? Will he stand up straight
when the archer's apple's placed on his head?

Sinators Sin Sintido: Down You Arrogant DreamCrows!

2010-12-19T15:20:00.001-08:00

When you came as Visitors, you were Fed
and taught to Farm, Hunt, survive the Seasons
of your Malcontent, at Massachusetts
Bay, Wampanoag, and in California,
and las Ciudades del Maya, Mexica,
and The People. No, not Tribes but Knowledge
Bearers, inVentors of Language, Zero,
and Agriculture. You called this Voice Up~~
you took our Offerings, the Beautiful
Dreamers, small Gods and Goddesses, and Souls,
and all of the Dreams that they Accomplished
and which you--U.S. Dementors, 5 Plus
or minus from each Payasado--
(Two Parties and NO FUN allowed!)....

and you smashed them like Perverse Pinatas.
You have no Manners, Illiterate Brutes,
Fancy Sinators Sin Sintido. You've
asked for this Poetic Rebuke in a
Language you don't even Speak, Ha! How great
is your Understanding? It's a Sonnet--
a Poem that is above You. You run a
Country and you can't recognize Sonnets?
You say you Love English, Americans?
Let me teach you some Shakespeare if only
by Argument. For I will violate
Shakespeare's APproach: Hate not Love, Hate not Love,
Hate not Love. This will live on as a Two-Handed
Slap Down, You Unlearned Arrogant DreamCrows!

Lame Duck Congress: Paying for My Civil Rights with Interest

2010-12-17T13:43:00.001-08:00

We exchange our rights for your Money, Peeps
are saying that. Look at the Congress, first
things first: No Taxes for the Wealthy,
Wealthier, and Wealthiest. We will Throw
Money at Money or the Sky may Fall
on Us. The Deities don't tolerate
Negligence, no they require First Fats
burned on their Pyres. Oh Rich Senators,
Tax me, and Tax me twice, three times, Four more,
I still prefer my Civil Rights to your
Carnal Capital Desires. My Life
is spent in small and Large Letters. Money
is your Thing. I get it. Its your Fetish
to Keep Count of decimals and Dollars,
and I'm at ease measuring Pentameter.

Scrooge Senators From the Future at 16 Years Old N.A.F.T.A. Blues

2010-12-17T09:57:00.001-08:00

I’m your Moral Conscience, Gentle Senate.
Leave me Now and you will regretez vous.
You and I are not new dance partners. We
waltzed together at my Quienceañera.
I’m a Global American, I navigate myself,
A soul boat worthy of my Debt to Humanity
-- A program to generate cognition
by Language, a Kiss before you Walk Out.
I will be back after I’ve Gone Again
and Again. My task is to Excoriate
You. My Love is Truth in Language, and no other.
I’m an Asset to Poets--Try me!
You might remember my performance in
A Christmas Carol. I haunt your Future.