The State Department
is busy Tweeting.
"get out, get out
catch a plane outta town
our friendly despot is tippin
we ain't clownin round"
The empire is
withering away
urgent tweets
implore
US Nationals
to vacate
this little corner
of a darkening continent
revolution is rousting
the scoundrels
chasing Uncle Sam's
children out of town
Egyptians believe
America to be
complicit in their oppression
they don't understand
why Uncle Sam supplies guns,
bullets, tear gas and tanks
in the higher service
to democracy
The Egyptians
don't get it
its our democracy
their oppression
the fruit of liberty for us
the bread of tyrants for you
don't they know
that freedom rings
around their necks
like a hangman's noose?
a strange fruit indeed
is grown on this
tree of liberty
watering it
with the blood
of lowly masses
satiates this
little shop of horrors
for only so long
now it thirsts
to gulp from a
tyrants vein
America is the nation
where liberty lives.
She bears the torch
of democracy.
Her defining icon,
a heap of French copper
hoisting a broken light
in New York Bay.
True patriots
on Fox News
hate the Frenchman
who built it;
but deeply believe
in the myth it tells.
"Give us your poor
tired hungry masses
and if they can
scale the fence
to keep them out
you're still
not welcomed
to stay."
Foxy Patriots
point to tyrants
like Mubarak,
"at least we don't
have to suffer him."
The dim whits
of liberty
don't realize,
like Morley's Ghost
the chains
Mubarak forged
in this life
can be traced back
to a steel mill
in Pittsburgh.
It may be hard
to come away
from this one
unscathed.
Freedom rings
around our neck
it chokes like a
hangman's noose
the slipknot tightens
our bulging veins
engorge and burst
with the clotted blood
pooling on the floor
of the torturers den.
Proverbs
of
Blow-back
expediency
short term thinking
immediate gratification
sacrifices sustainability
threatens the future
privilege
liberally
casts bread
upon waters
doled out
demanding return
no doubt
the price of greatness
is the cost of interest
the right of the stronger
is always secured
with the blood of innocence
why didn't no one warn us?
why didn't anyone see this coming?
how do these surprises continue to happen?
why does it always storm when our umbrellas are down?
American nobility
walks among the
lesser nations
with disdain
bereft of enterprise
they have nothing
enamored with capital
Yanks are laden
with a poverty of spirit
paid in food and guns
the expense is hedged
with depreciating shekels
if you back a despot
bad things are bound
to rebound on you.
if you spit into a hurricane
the gob will flop back onto your face.
If you piss into the wind
the urine will run down your leg.
If you cover a lie with darkness
light will eventually expose one a liar.
freedom rings
around our necks
burning like a
hangman's noose
the broken bell
of liberty clangs
freedom fighters
struggle to loose
blow-back is a bitch
this bitch is bitching
we truck with tyrants
the cart gets unhitched
realpolitik
the rules of the game
the holy grail of freedom
lies defiled and profaned
the chess pieces are scattered
lie tipped on a busted board
the knights have all been captured
the King is rightly dethroned
now a very under secretary
cowers behind a messy desk
the besieged embassy in Cairo
fulfilling final duties to his best
The crack
of shots
salute
flinging stones
Molotov toasts
the junior Attache
furtively tweets
its time to leave
still believing
the dumb
thumbed text
of fevered
messages
proof positive
of the
righteous
power
of free
market
capitalism
omg
he he he
lol
ufb
"we have to leave
de plane Tatoo shouts
de plane de plane
don't miss de plane"
Yanks have to leave.
Americans disembark
its bon voyage
on sad sloops
is busy Tweeting.
"get out, get out
catch a plane outta town
our friendly despot is tippin
we ain't clownin round"
The empire is
withering away
urgent tweets
implore
US Nationals
to vacate
this little corner
of a darkening continent
revolution is rousting
the scoundrels
chasing Uncle Sam's
children out of town
Egyptians believe
America to be
complicit in their oppression
they don't understand
why Uncle Sam supplies guns,
bullets, tear gas and tanks
in the higher service
to democracy
The Egyptians
don't get it
its our democracy
their oppression
the fruit of liberty for us
the bread of tyrants for you
don't they know
that freedom rings
around their necks
like a hangman's noose?
a strange fruit indeed
is grown on this
tree of liberty
watering it
with the blood
of lowly masses
satiates this
little shop of horrors
for only so long
now it thirsts
to gulp from a
tyrants vein
America is the nation
where liberty lives.
She bears the torch
of democracy.
Her defining icon,
a heap of French copper
hoisting a broken light
in New York Bay.
True patriots
on Fox News
hate the Frenchman
who built it;
but deeply believe
in the myth it tells.
"Give us your poor
tired hungry masses
and if they can
scale the fence
to keep them out
you're still
not welcomed
to stay."
Foxy Patriots
point to tyrants
like Mubarak,
"at least we don't
have to suffer him."
The dim whits
of liberty
don't realize,
like Morley's Ghost
the chains
Mubarak forged
in this life
can be traced back
to a steel mill
in Pittsburgh.
It may be hard
to come away
from this one
unscathed.
Freedom rings
around our neck
it chokes like a
hangman's noose
the slipknot tightens
our bulging veins
engorge and burst
with the clotted blood
pooling on the floor
of the torturers den.
Proverbs
of
Blow-back
expediency
short term thinking
immediate gratification
sacrifices sustainability
threatens the future
privilege
liberally
casts bread
upon waters
doled out
demanding return
no doubt
the price of greatness
is the cost of interest
the right of the stronger
is always secured
with the blood of innocence
why didn't no one warn us?
why didn't anyone see this coming?
how do these surprises continue to happen?
why does it always storm when our umbrellas are down?
American nobility
walks among the
lesser nations
with disdain
bereft of enterprise
they have nothing
enamored with capital
Yanks are laden
with a poverty of spirit
paid in food and guns
the expense is hedged
with depreciating shekels
if you back a despot
bad things are bound
to rebound on you.
if you spit into a hurricane
the gob will flop back onto your face.
If you piss into the wind
the urine will run down your leg.
If you cover a lie with darkness
light will eventually expose one a liar.
freedom rings
around our necks
burning like a
hangman's noose
the broken bell
of liberty clangs
freedom fighters
struggle to loose
blow-back is a bitch
this bitch is bitching
we truck with tyrants
the cart gets unhitched
realpolitik
the rules of the game
the holy grail of freedom
lies defiled and profaned
the chess pieces are scattered
lie tipped on a busted board
the knights have all been captured
the King is rightly dethroned
now a very under secretary
cowers behind a messy desk
the besieged embassy in Cairo
fulfilling final duties to his best
The crack
of shots
salute
flinging stones
Molotov toasts
the junior Attache
furtively tweets
its time to leave
still believing
the dumb
thumbed text
of fevered
messages
proof positive
of the
righteous
power
of free
market
capitalism
omg
he he he
lol
ufb
"we have to leave
de plane Tatoo shouts
de plane de plane
don't miss de plane"
Yanks have to leave.
Americans disembark
its bon voyage
on sad sloops
lofting past
the old glories
the old glories
of Luxor.
I have a photo
of me atop
a farting camel,
Baby Tut.
His owner
Muhammad
was funny.
He said he liked
how Baby Tut
spoke to him.
He said the farting words
were the sweet perfume
of another day of meals
for his family.
Muhammad said
he and Baby Tut
now ruled
The Valley of Kings.
Yanks were told to leave immediately.
Flights out of Egypt unlikely after Thursday.
You Tube Music Video:
Muddy Waters, Blow Wind Blow
I have a photo
of me atop
a farting camel,
Baby Tut.
His owner
Muhammad
was funny.
He said he liked
how Baby Tut
spoke to him.
He said the farting words
were the sweet perfume
of another day of meals
for his family.
Muhammad said
he and Baby Tut
now ruled
The Valley of Kings.
Yanks were told to leave immediately.
Flights out of Egypt unlikely after Thursday.
You Tube Music Video:
Muddy Waters, Blow Wind Blow
Oakland
2/3/11
jbm
(WIP)
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2/3/11
jbm
(WIP)
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