babbling dirty harry

crusty ol’ Clint

pausing & gesturing,

babbling & rambling

through what others have

deemed a “speech”---

talking to that

empty chair on stage

in front of all the hopeful

repugnicans (a room full

of predominantly old white

people…some even wearing

stuffed animal hats), hinting

at profanity that might come

from the mouth of president

hope & change, as if he

might be different than the

new filthy wealthy mormon

robot that could sweep in by

the same tethers of Wall St.,

Big Oil, Big Tobacco, AIPAC

& the military-industrial

complex, with a new smile

but the same old lies &

then the ancient actor’s routine

makes itself known throughout

the net, going viral for those

of us who could give a s**t

about the “election” of a

mouthpiece for those lies---

as if one couldn’t write down

the future, scripted word for

word, drop it in a time capsule

& open it up in another 4 years,

getting every single prediction

right---for we are going into

Syria, we are backing batshit

berserk Netanyahu on his crusade

into Iran, we are getting rid

of jobs in the US & adding more

cameras, police & security to

watch those of us who are

suffering, so that we don’t

strike up another conversation

in the community with a box full

of bombs bought online, a couple

of fully automatic rifles in our

hands & all the unemployed time

in the world to wreak havoc on

those who still for some reason

believe in this system, like good

ol’ multimillionaire Eastwood---

that is, a world full of violence

that mr. “make my day” can sink

his f*****g dentures into.