17 Oct 2012

Capitol Ism ~ the Pinch of the Rich

trailer via Mother Fuckin David Deery

As the Grand Old Party continues to rage
with war and lies and vote manipulation
with media subversion (for "profit")

We complex and compassionate humans
 Fight for food, fun and comfort
children to elders

For numbers on papers and computer screens.

While bankers and judges turned three zeros from Billions into Trillions
U.S. Oil makes historical record profits
Workers commit suicide in protest to the wages in Silicon Valley iFactories
As pickers in the "Mushroom Capitol of the World" get paid $7 dollars an hour for 60/70 hour work weeks.

Which is a fine wage for the vast majority of humans on Earth,
but in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania 02012 a.d.
it barely covers rent, utilities, insurances and the inevitable legal fees/prescription costs of the G.H.W. Bush Cartel's War on Drugs.

So the liars and thieves who manipulate financial systems and insurance hustles can
afford to sauté
lightly in a stainless steel fry pan
over a gentle flame
imported olive oil
with whatever happens to tickle their fancy.

Beautiful Babylon Babies Unite !!!

This Blog existed after Bush II "the lesser" stole 2 elections, before Google ate Blogger,

This Blog existed after Bush II "the lesser" stole 2 elections, before Google ate Blogger,
Love Trumps hate.

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Poetic HyperLinks Defeating the Impossibilities of Peace

Also sprach Zarathustra to the brothasistahs lost out in the woods…
Rolling stones and hurricanes prime us for the rapid eye movement of whose dream?
A stairway to the dark side of the moon reveals an orchestrated King
singing the blues while sexual pistols whip Jesus’ son.
Who’s influence weens us?
Me and my friends gratefully raged against the machine for three days
in the shadow of the valley of the dead
so big brother and company held us down while the wind cried
nothing to be gained here (except copied rights),
Then a questing tribe of beastly boys found a digable plant
where a buffalo soldier picked up a Gideon’s bible from the Godfather
in joe’s garage (or was it in one of 200 motels?)
Anyway, on a Holiday, the pinball wizard boy (Billie)
followed his heart and stopped pretending he was the king of the little plastic castles
while education, missed in the house of the naked apes, evolved and mutated
into and with ~ Nature Art Love Truth ~ and we do too…
And somewhere over the rainbow dancing fools send clowns and purple rain
into imagine nations where everything is now sacred
and there are no more public enemies or rusted Roots or minor threats
or bad brains or busted rhymes or widespread panic
and everyone can read the hieroglyphics on the wall
and we are all refugees of courtney’s love attaining nirvana….
But then again, you’re so vain, you probly think this poem’s about you-
we are everywhere and we cannot be beaten
it’s all over now baby blue, all we need is Love
Legalize It