19 TRIES (A Rant)

19 times

19 tries

That’s a lot of tries

That’s a lot of lies

April is the cruelest month

Shanti, shanti, shanti

The mummified remains of

All my boyhood American hero’s

were found in a cave

West of Wuhan

Where the air finally cleared

As the virus neared 

 

BUT

Not here —air would not clear

where Neo-Nero

Fiddled with conspiracy theories as fire burns down his revolving

White House door

Government no more

Print that money, print that money, print those dollar bills

Bankrupt morality

Prove government only works

For Politicians

Destroy the foundations

Under the Statue of Liberty

Topple that torch in favor

Of letting her fail

See if she can pull herself up by her bootstraps

Even though you know

she has no boots

(I never heard of a Master Plan

that didn’t involve slaves. )

And here we roll back

The PPE

The Perpetual Protection

of the Environment

Not so fast, not so fast

Not so fast to last

(MAGA =Wrap that shit in the American Flag so we all have to choke on it)

We've seen the lights go down

On Broadway

Dimmed to darkness

Where only ghost lights

Glow

We see our theater-going Public 

protesting in Times Square with 

placards demanding their

Right to breathe contaminated

Air -

No - wait that was the South

Rising again

In Michigan

Where armed confederates

Storm the capitol

And Clean Water Acts

Roll back in repeal

How can you repeal a clean water act when Flint Michigan is still Flint Michigan?

No. We gonna fight

For our right

To party

The god given freedom

To our stool at the bar

Where we can malign every thing, 

and every one

Except John Wayne

He’s OK. He’s dead.

December is the cruelest Moth

Where in Wuhan news broke

Of a new hoax

No,January is the cruelest month when borders finally closed, but not much else got done

No, February is the cruelest month

Where nothing happens

Except at sea on Carnival Cruises

stranded without a port to call upon 

and an unarmed black African American man

is shot in cold blood fighting for his life, liberty

and the right for white intelligent senators 

to unload their stocks on insider information

No, March is the cruelest month

When we were both sick in a Brooklyn hotel room with cough and fever before they closed the bar and we could no longer go lobby, lobby, lobby at intermissions between acts of plays and musicals, before when

stock market plunges in an economic vote of

“no confidence”

Trimming the only peg a comb-over had to hang upon

Now the economic recovery engineered by

A “previous administration” is

Gone

Along with those who may have

Read the pandemic playbook, and the pandemic response team

Who made use of the a fore mentioned newly minted revolving door before it

Exploded in fire from spinning so fast

It’s OK. The environment is not made to last. The gift from our parents, loan from our children, is ours to exploit for fun and

Profit (the Saudi's don't believe in climate change, it messes with their fossil fuel)

Ah, longing for the days when

April was the cruelest month

Breeding contempt for left wing activists out of the dead ground

But April was cruelest for the 70,000 souls 

departed in a hoax

of mass burial

The one million sick due to fake

news

April is perpetually cruel to lilacs

Waiting—still waiting to bloom

Spring is late this year, even in the South where she arrives early and is quickly replaced erased, fired by Summer heat and hum did-ity.

The Fire sermons have been silenced. 

But sermoners have taken to the web ways to spew anti-government hate

In the name of Jesus

And the constitution.

What the thunder says: Who cares about nursing homes or prisons or hospitals or schools or churches? Let them gather and lather each other in the corona covid Wuhan influenza epidemic of 1918

Cruel spring, unfeeling unknowing uncaring

Unbelievable.

I have lived long enough to see Haley’s Comet which I missed like a second plane 

hitting the World Trade Center (because I was north of the building)

Hurricanes and twisters

Earthquakes and presidential indiscretions and hate, always hate at the center of each of the...

 

how many wars since I have been born?

And nothing done

The pendulum swings to the right

And nothing done

The pendulum swings to the left and nothing done

Finally Space Force has been assembled

to begin an escape from a planet doomed

to collapse in upon itself because nobody listens

Anymore

Shanti, shanti, shanti

Shanti