"SeaMonkeys On Spatulas"A Poem by Kenny L. Mitchell
“Sea Monkeys On Spatulas”
The thick batter of ideologies Rift across the burning skillet The scent of bludgeoned bodies Drift through the scentless skies
In the name of all holiness The banner of zeitgeist follies Skate across the despotic demographics
Bombs fall across the oasis While the weak and disenfranchised Line up for the bullet of democracy
The devil slices up his decadent pie Serving up to those who SHOULD (know better)
A bloody cross is enamored With salty tears for jaded souls While the privileged sip macabre martinis
The flood of irrelevant information Washes the earth for 40 days & nights While the internet drives us Warily into the next sub prime martydom
The children of b*****d(less) milieu Only serve to anchor us Into their thermonuclear subtext
Choking upon the Devil’s Pie We regurgitate the seeds Of what we so eagerly sow
Sprinkle the golden lasso Upon the neck of the poor We seek oblivion’s sweet release
The inconsequential desires of peons Are superimposed with the idiocy And sheer democratic inebriety Of what we perceive ourselves to be
Kenny L. Mitchell September 3, 2009
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Added on September 3, 2009 Last Updated on September 3, 2009 AuthorKenny L. MitchellGAAboutI have been off of this site for nearly ten years! I've since published five novels (the sixth is about to drop in a few weeks) and I even started my own publishing company. I have never stopped wri.. more..Writing
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