Buffoonery, Baiting, Burning the Trees: Floating Mythological Madness

These are punishment zones
the formula of correction, admonitions
recriminations, empty PC-blubbery nothingness
the levy and fine and penalty, worthy of One Percenters’
henchmen-henchwomen …. those barristers, zoning honchos
the $150 K a year jobs fleecing us, their button up lives
Seven and Seven, big trips to Disneyworld
they raise compliant next generations
a world apart from 80 percent
class warfare their hidden agenda

imagine, Zionist led US of Israel
Christian country western acolytes
blessing the Orthodoxy of Israel
above all else, imagine the control
the taxation, the imbued nature of cultural
conversations, the medical felony squads
psycho-babblers in Babylon
punishment and worthiness exacted
to the tune of hobbling society with meaningless
messaging, the mighty crap of the digital engineers
Brave New World-ing us into obsolescence
worthy jobs tied up in Gates-Bezos-Google
stiff arm salute

there is a microcosm in Malkovich, syphilitic actor,
calling for Robert Fisk’s murder
Johnny M himself the paltry millionaire shit-mouth
who said he’d shoot Mister Fisk himself
imagine, not a scurry from Racist FBI
no investigation by Israel backed USA Gestapo
nary nothing, imagine, Black Agenda Report
calling for the retaliation of thugs of Israel
immolating Palestinians . . . imagine the chosen
few’s cadre of connected folk coming after
anything against the state of Terror and Racism
that is Israel

punished brown-black-poor white Goyim
broken by the Abacus of money changers
professional punishers using frontal cortex
to convey debt onto seven generations out
the Sachs in Goldman, the proud owners
proud leverage lions, paper tigers
every byte, every vowel, every nanosecond
contrived for the Apocalyptic nature of these
intellectual thugs

calling for total war, annihilation
every step mined, every vengeful moment
orchestrated into the pap of our times
the flabby musicals, those sit-coms
those endless schmaltzy Spielberg- kinda junk
clogging the brains of Goyim,
the chosen few holding court over the majority
each lashing a million made
prisons built and furnished
endless billions of pills popped
hijacking of humanity
Homo Sapiens morphed into, well
Retailopithecus, Consumosapiens
tribes of splintered communities
fearful of the ax they wield, each personal
moment cataloged, each emblematic
lurch against Big Brother
tallied, the information keepers
debt makers, renter class
leveraging the micro-cent to be
billionaires, the air of a George Soros
demigod, only benighted by the dollar
god, Midas megalomania, show tunes
to the sound of Zero Dark Thirty, drones
buzzing in air

the scalpel is precise, poverty
hefting the weight of theft
night riders heaving with triple bypass
a Florida etched into the splotchy skin
big diamonds on big women
the art of stealing thrown into DNA
chains, un-Holy wandering
defiling the destinies of billions
each Judea-Christian belch
another genocide, ecological
economic, the fasting majority of us
lifting shadows from the wasted
planet of screens, hand-held lies
the assemblage of lies and grifting
the entertainment of our times
laughing each other into a thousand
smirks of death.

Paul Haeder's been a teacher, social worker, newspaperman, environmental activist, and marginalized muckraker, union organizer. Paul's book, Reimagining Sanity: Voices Beyond the Echo Chamber (2016), looks at 10 years (now going on 17 years) of his writing at Dissident Voice. Read his musings at LA Progressive. Read (purchase) his short story collection, Wide Open Eyes: Surfacing from Vietnam now out, published by Cirque Journal. Here's his Amazon page with more published work Amazon. Read other articles by Paul, or visit Paul's website.