Bad Poem for a Bad Day In a Bad World Going Wrong Way

Bad Poem for a Bad Day
In a Bad World Going Wrong Way

Too blue to do the do
Too brown to turn the frown
Too low to get and go
Too sad to skirt the bad
The news fuels blues
The facts lack act
The is mists fizz
The at slack splat
Better getting badder
Upper going down
Bitter climbing ladder
Super stepping down
Oil slicking water
Atoms curdling grape
Soil sickening barter
Madams crying rape
Richer getting richest
Poorer dropping fast
Inner retching sickness
Power knifing past
The sick get tossed
The stocks embossed
The pricks get sloshed
The lost pay cost
Just how much money
Do you assholes need
You’ve stolen the honey
You’ve gained in greed
You’ve poisoned the air
You’ve pissed the pond
Stolen more than fair
What disease are you on
Why are you even here
You should be in jail
Locked in stocks and bonds
Your success is your fail
You should abscond
With what you’ve stolen
Before we awake
Before we get rolling
Tie you to the stake
Pour gas in your glass
And make you drink
First tossing a match
In your toxic shake
We need a revolution
Need our land back
Must work in solution
Punish the rich pack
They’re dogs digging holes
Burying too many bones
These arrogant assholes
Need locked up alone
Fed bread and water
With mold and decay
Stopped before further
They lead us astray
They have the guns
We have the numbers
And we’ve finally begun
To awake from our slumber
They steal from us
Let’s deal with them
We’re thrown under the bus
And that we must stem
Get pitchforks and fire
Get dogs and clubs
Go after the liars
Stop being so dumb
We have the power
They’ve really no spine
Now is our hour
Make them pay for their crimes
Storm their gates
Knock down their towers
Hate their hate
Steal their power
Put them in prison
Hang them from trees
Feed them the poison
That’s killing our bees
Burn their oil
Vasectomize their sons
Collect for our toil
Make the cowards run
Punish the priests
For shagging our young
Label them beasts
Then castrate each one
We can’t eat the rich
Cuz they taste too bad
But we can make them itch
Turn them real sad
Make these sons of Capitalist bitch
Pay for their bad
Make them pick cotton
Then shovel shit
Remember how often
Our pockets they’ve picked
Pay them in peanuts
For extra days work
Don’t feed them enough
So their tummies hurt
Make them grovel
Let them beg
Hand them a shovel
And tell them to dig
Dig for their betters
Dig like a slave
Dig like it matters
Like they’re digging their own grave

— Smith, 4-14-2011

I apologize. I’m in a bad mood after reading way too much bad news about politicians whining and lying while lining their pockets with our money and Corporations turning their customers into corpses as the rich eat the poor while making us pick up the dinner bill. They’re killing the planet, the air, the soil, the plants, the animals, the birds, the fish, the oceans — and they’re killing us. If we’re to survive, we must fight back. Their law states it’s not murder when it’s self defense.

Even President Thomas Jefferson agrees.

“God forbid we should ever be twenty years without such a rebellion. The people cannot be all, and always, well informed. The part which is wrong will be discontented, in proportion to the importance of the facts they misconceive. If they remain quiet under such misconceptions, it is lethargy, the forerunner of death to the public liberty. … And what country can preserve its liberties, if its rulers are not warned from time to time, that this people preserve the spirit of resistance? Let them take arms. The remedy is to set them right as to the facts, pardon and pacify them. What signify a few lives lost in a century or two? The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time, with the blood of patriots and tyrants. It is its natural manure.” – Thomas Jefferson