Bobs and weaves
kabuki theatrics
dead humpty-
dumpty democrats
plying trades
advanced ragmen,
ragwomen, peddling
propaganda to Joe
Goebbels content
they wipe asses with
leaves of Ivy, their
ilk braying as green
backs, trillions
in assets from third
world, each bomb
backed by middling
mangers, all-Americans
cul-de-sac heroes
jumping with joy
each March madness
the acumen of the world
redefined new language
making it up as
they go along
offspring like Hitler
Youth, anything Jesus
messiah assassins magicians
steeped in Talmud
arteriosclerosis attitudes
millionaires for the children
of the Golan, driven
billionaires dabbling in culture
drones digital dystopy anything
for the shekel madness
the gentiles, big and small
throwing in, bandwagon is
money, tidal waves of bleaching
culture, Black Guy at Oscars
okay-ed and checked out by
Jewish jackals
this land is
their ledger, communities
in the cloud plugged in
by stylists, smarmy or tough
short guy like Chicago
mayor, the liberals jump back
amazed their black-brown-red
vote still counts for neo-liberal
hegemony, fearful Trump
is the trump, each buddy
on his team, styled by Jewish
marketers, Ivy League tinged
the fabric of their sickness
East Coast dengue of ideas
bread to be Stallone or Scorsese
the maddening crowds
tipsy at 6 pm, the news
like clay-mation
distractions each nanosecond
schools like Ethel
and Lucille with the pies
nothing could be taught
and they’d learn more
than now, prison school
but the genius of Gates
Bloomberg, Pears LLC
baptizes institutional
students in confusion, rules
happy faces and golden stars
the math like Jenga
the stuff learned
a slime mold that permeates
the land, until the inferno of Dante
soft-shoes and head-butts
into the corridors of hell
generals-generalists-diplomats-designers
talking their pigeon English, algorithms
set for 2080, the quickening
when every slice of Zionist inspired bread
is the Monsanto Madness of Gentiles
one hundred percent brain jiggered
autism spectrum, washing away
revolutionary libido
until consumption is the fire
in boys’ bellies, each selfie
justification for tribes and tribes
punching in and clocking out
as the princes with their princesses
clogging their arteries, washing it
down with gin distilled
inside the alimentary
canal of rabid dogs