a toast to the Comanche

watch the mad puppeteers fumble,
the stonehearted button-pushers

at their dark daily duties;

authority disintegrating

betwixt their bloodstained palms.

symptoms of a sickness long dead,
still lingering about like maggots

sucking on the dried bones

of Liberty.

 

watch them feed on war and destruction,

all, while smiling pretty pictures

onto glossy pages,

and chiseling worthless laws

onto paper mache tablets.

 

the young man says,

“wtf!

look at those strange vultures

dressed up like eagles.”

 

the old woman says,

“ how absurd!

they’re writing an epitaph

for themselves, and they don’t

even know it.”

 

and, the sun still burns,

and the clouds still soak,

and we still wave saintly flags

in the shimmer of spotlights,

and make love in the comfort

of shadows.

 

and, of course,

the poor still toil! toil! toil!

and, of course,

the rich still talk! talk! talk!

 

never realizing

that we care a bit less

about what they say

with each filthy lie

we watch them hack up.

 

never realizing that they

are rendering themselves

more obsolete with each

cheap vote they steal.

 

soon, we’ll all be as wise

as the Comanche

who fought these rabid grabbers

from the beginning;

and, most likely,

we’ll also be as dead.

 

raise your fancy glasses high,

and kiss your chewed up asses goodbye.

 

here comes the assclown calvary

to save us from our free will

and liberate us of our false hope

that tomorrow will be a little more

like yesterday.

Reviews

[John Jackson (El Juero)]

Yes Yes Yes! And taking gynecology to whole 'nuther level, taboot!

[roarke]

so, like..... what else is new? lol.
We see it, we smell it, and we repeat it..... yesterday IS tomorrow....

We're just a lot slower than the Comanche's .... go figure.

Nice stuff, R.G. this one is ringing the bell like Quasimoto...