Lao Sue And Other Poems

Collected poems harvested from the fertile soil of decaying illusions.

From the book:

Crazy

They'll make you poor,

then shame you for being poor,

then push you into a job that keeps you poor

at a billionaire megacorporation.

They'll make you crazy,

then shame you for being crazy,

then sell you the cure for crazy

at eighty bucks a pill.

You're a failure if you can't make ends meet

on impossible wages at an impossible cost of living

with a worthless degree you will never pay off no matter how hard you work

while advertisers blare at you about your insufficiencies,

while the news man tells you war is normal,

while Hollywood tells you the system is working perfectly,

while armed police guard grocery store dumpsters full of food from the hungry,

while executives go on five billion-dollar space rides for fun,

while you live surrounded by screens that tell you you are crazy

if you think any of this is not sane.

Take OligarchizacTM for your depression,

take PlutocracipamTM for your anxiety,

just ninety bucks a pill.

Side effects may include compliance,

acquiescence, subservience, docility, menticidal ideation,

a marked lack of interest in guillotines,

a dystopian society and a dying biosphere.

And the pundit says

"A new study by a Raytheon-funded think tank says war is good for the environment,

but first here's a millionaire to explain the benefits of urinating on the homeless."

And Hollywood says

"Here's a movie about well-dressed attractive people with nice houses

engaging in amusing antics you're too poor and stressed out to experience yourself."

And the news man says

"Here's a rags-to-riches story which proves capitalism works fine

and you should hate yourself if you can't hack it here."

And the advertisement says

"Do you feel like you're losing your mind due to your sense of inadequacy

because you can't afford Google's latest NSA surveillance device?

Ask your doctor about EmpiradolTM,

just a hundred bucks a pill."

They lock us in a room

and fill the room with water

and then shame us for drowning

and then charge us for tiny gasps of air

from a hose that leads to an ecosystem

that they are destroying as quickly as they can.

And hey I've invented a new antidepressant anti-anxiety antipsychotic

that I'm getting to market as quickly as I can.

It's not a pill or a jab or an electrical shock treatment,

it's just a big wad of cash taken by force from thieving megacorporations.

Side effects may include peace and relaxation,

an ability to buy food and think clearly,

a fondness for red flags,

and a hysterical corporate media.

And hey I think we just might make it,

past the veil of madness and cutthroat cruelty.

And hey I think there's something deep within us as yet untapped and

as yet unrealized.

And hey I think an earthquake's coming

that just might topple the towers of madness once and for all.