Me and Me First

That soft-spoken Sovereign commands a big stick,

runs the world into ruins, once our bailiwick.

If asked why, He grins grimly, pale lips slightly pursed:

"Vindication? Straightforward: It's Me and Me First"

 

(To mesmerise people He needed a spell

and to wreak such a rune, His soiled soul He would sell -

as a trick of the trade, voodoos truly well-versed

soon engendered His mojo: "It's Me and Me First")

 

His friends and His foes join the skeletal men

along trails of dead ends (for they're armed once again)

and they're counting the bones of the bodies disbursed

by the bomb's blasting lyrics: "It's Me and Me First"

 

The crater walls crumble, the dust drapes and smothers,

as drummers drown screams in the dreams of the others -

while beating and throbbing, like red veins aburst,

bleating echoes redouble: "It's Me and Me First"

 

A warrior departed to fight for His flag

and returned as a body brought back in a bag;

alas, such are the stories of soldiers coerced

by the Devil's damnation: "It's Me and Me First"

 

Beneath His thick thumb, the deprived do and die,

when subjected to whims, promised pie in the sky -

yes, His heavy hand rules, and the weak ones be cursed

for accepting His sermon: "It's Me and Me First"

 

He's minding our business by forging fake fears

and He'll serve and protect as the bogeyman nears

by ensuring our phantoms and fantasies nursed,

smirking: "why should you worry, It's Me and Me First"

 

The media moguls with news are elastic -

their hearsay on Honcho's forever fantastic

with doctrine and hogwash and hype interspersed

'twixt the dictums of hell and of "Me and Me First"

 

The masses partake in His royal cavalcades

giving chase to the hearses in midnight parades

through the catacomb caves where we're falling headfirst

down the bottomless pit of "It's Me and Me First"

 

The children in ghettos, like rat mutineers,

vainly venture to flee before youth disappears

but their ship's on an ocean that can't be traversed

for their minds line the abyss of "Me and Me First"

 

While His Highness drives oxen, He's sipping champagne

thinking "each shares a trough so that none need complain"

(but the water hole's drying, we're dying of thirst)

saying "sorry you guys but It's Me and Me First"

 

A drifter once hinted behind weary tears

"overall the world's dying or so it appears";

He replied with a flash and a sudden outburst:

"yes, but who really cares when It's Me and Me First"

 

In Great Again moments we get the DT's

from His paranoid penchants, quite like a disease,

one which spots us, then rots us, then worse comes to worst

when He utters "just Trust Me: It's Me and Me First"

 

When profits are plunging (approaching the pits)

He won't give up the ghost or start calling it quits,

instead purges our pockets; again reimbursed,

says (reflating His kitty): "It's Me and Me First" 

 

The King condescends to a sharing charade

by dispensing desserts at the penny arcade -

yet while crawling for crumpets, the crowds are dispersed

being slogged by the slogan: "It's Me and Me First"

 

When faced with the facts, He's the greatest denier

that global abuse means all life may expire -

He scoffs at the thought that it can't be reversed,

says "it's not about you, no: It's Me and Me First"

 

With profits performing, He smiles, misinforming     

- of weather that's warming (whilst whirlwinds twist, storming),

- of jungles conforming to nature deforming,

- of bees no more swarming, thawed glaciers transforming

bold mountains to molehills on sand bars submersed -

can the earth persevere when: "It's Me and Me First"?

 

                        EPILOG

If you're feeling unsettled, there's no need to fret

for it's all a delusion, and lest we forget

He repeats His old mojo (a line well rehearsed):

"just like almighty yahweh: It's Me and Me First"

 

                      EPITAPH

The remains of the deserts and wasteland lie here

where the vacuum implodes and the silence is sere

when retelling the tales of the sagas immersed

in the mythos and legends of "Me and Me First"

 

The stone statuettes (swapping vain epithets)

ignored rational threats (those that wisdom begets),

clung to nothingness nets spread in dank oubliettes,

parried aberrant bets with belated regrets

 (haunting pale silhouettes that the conscience besets) -

nonetheless, when the cosmos and chaos conversed

they admired the mire of "Me and Me First"