Wanted: ComedianTell a joke or something, would you?
Tell me how things went at work. Say
Anything you can to wrench my mind
Away from dismal thoughts: the Goon-
In-Chief and all the lesser goons he's
Sending into cities to assault the people
In the streets protesting violence
Perpetrated by their local goons;
The pardoned crooks and favored firms,
The toxic stench of pure corruption;
Wars and wars and wars and wars,
And money, first, for those home
And abroad who clamor for more guns.
To hell with medicines or schools
Or food or homes in which to live.
To misquote one old idiot, it's twilight
In America. I tried to think of something
Else. I looked out at the fields below.
The corn is tall. To make it taller, all
The farmers have their pumps on, pulling
Water from the ground, and, thereby
Wrecking both the air and land to grow
A crop which isn't eaten. It's just fed
To cattle, millions of them further laying
Waste to water, air and land. The fascism
Was always here, though sometimes subtly
Disguised. It's human nature. That won't
Change. The extirpation of all life is newer
And more problematic. There's a chance
That we will die, so, please say something
Blithely cheery. Make a joke, a stupid face.
I cannot bear to dwell another minute
On these thoughts.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2020-07-25 at 00:36
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