Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

"There is no situation that a cop can't make worse" Feral-on litkicks
good old boys were drinking whiskey' n rye the day the constitution died singing...

psychopaths
oh yes, must not forget the many fine people on both sides, the peaceful demonstrators, and the agent provocateurs that incite the violence.

blue defiance
brothers in brutality
it's a private billy club

I met their type
in the post office where the only qualifications
to become a supervisor where measured
in the pain you could deliver
didn't need a degree or business classes at junior college
you only need to demonstrate no empathy

1918 - global pandemic
1929 - stock market crash
1968 - the world in flames
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2020 - all of the above

seven years ago, i don't remember what was going on - probably war, famine, brutality. I wrote this haiku, which seems aptly impotent

eyes close
life events
outstay their welcome

2020 comes in like a charging bull
and Toro has run amok
into the streets aflame with dissent
the killer virus will have to take a backseat
because the citizenry has had enough
and this moment is too important to be afraid
of pathogens and billy clubs, too monumental
to avoid pepper spray from the safety of your couch
we march, we hold up our signs
White Silence Equals Violence
Black Lives Matter, No Justice No Peace

dead cockroach
body extends in obscene length
who am i to cringe

to the tune of Billie Holliday Summertime
the living is easy
the scorpions eat my cockroaches
just can't live in Texas without a lot of soul

Oh, your daddy's rich
And your ma is good lookin'
So hush, little baby
Don't you cry

hot days
men in suits command from air conditioned podiums
longer school year
beating dead horses
torturing teachers and students
and then home

k-pop
tik tok
tulsa blues
the naked king
a big drown
losing ground
leaving town
big frown
protests around
covid abounds
lost and found
the press hounds
the fists pound
round and round
speed of sound
comin' unwound
dc town
one term bound
what a clown

life goes on
bills unpaid
his daddy is rich and his wife is a handsome woman
he has made in the shade
since he had the sweat glands removed from his lips
I click my amygdala forward
what me worry

it is a laugh or go crazy kind of moment

every time
he appears on my television or newspaper
I wonder if his ass glows in the dark

and so begins
the hunt for scapegoats -
the liberal media
fake news
the socialist dems
crooked hillary, sleepy joe
incompetent staffers
who were hand-picked
because, y'know,
he hires only the best
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mirror mirror
on the wall
what is it that goeth
before the fall?

and the people rebel
to lies and intimidation
tear off masks, walk through viruses
bring home some covid
share the disbelief
freedom from tyranny
license to walk into the lion's den
blindfolds of our own making

scary virus
scarier cops
40 million unemployed
that need to feel something
need to be a part of something
cuz hangin' 'round the shanty
ain't givin' em the right buzz
without the virus
bizzness as usual, cop kneels
on a neck, and it's swept away
2020 is the Year of Being Filmed
you can count it, and still they choke
a few more to express their machismo
oh my 2020, what's up
the genie sez she don't wanna go back
sez she has some things to say, to do
black lives matter, white indifference
is violence, and that's the way it goes sometime
when you uncork the bottle

Pandora had gig with the CDC
till she opened her jar
cop soldier
fighting his enemy
the fellaheen
we yoused to call him cossack
yesterday all my troubles seemed so far away
today is good
tomorrow I must ride the cool bus
so scared you could not drive a ten-penny nail up my ass with a hammer
today is sweet
life is good
in this jam

winter sky in summer
some say might me an omen
I say it's just weather man
it's like life, up and down
stormy at times, but balanced
with sunshine some days
when the wolf is off gallivanting
with that she-wolf he met
at the edge of the forest, and
that's the point, stop talkin'
about the weather and listen for once