Town Hall

In these days of global disaster,
All the money disappears with the fame.

I’ll say what I want, then burn my masters.
I suggest you do the same.

Hear my words,
But don’t breathe the air
You and I needn’t speak to share:
“I’m so sick of the waiting, now.”
“I feel sick, so I’m laying down.”



All right, I won’t name names,
So he won’t call legal
We’ll call him Boe Jiden,
and he killed Glass-Steagall.
He’s on the trail,
Off the rails,
Profits over people.
But I won’t call him a nazi
Cause I haven’t seen his Eagle

But I have seen his equal, and he’s seated in the White House,
I have seen his equal, and she lost the fight twice, now.
I have seen the evil in a man who’ll shake the hands of workers knowing they’ve been slaving for a feeble wage and little purpose,
all to keep afloat his bloated lifestyle.

All to keep us focused on our phones in the meanwhile
If I’m a broken record, this has been a time trial
But I will not go quietly into the future I’m supposed to hand to my child
I will not politely hold my tongue when I see voters in the web of suppression
So I’m about to burn the list of things we shouldn’t mention
Alzheimers causes bouts of both confusion
and aggression
Sentences that fall apart
And paper-thin patience

I have not spent the past 4 years practicing critiques only to need them for the next administration
Part of me would LOVE to vote for Trump to really stuff you Biden-Diatribe-Junkies who would tie us to a chair to watch them push out Bernie Sanders, say he needs to just accept the loss, then have your little celebration.

I don’t know about you, but I have too much love for this misguided nation

I can’t take another president who treats the world like he’s a wealthy tourist and he’s just too good to talk to all us Haitians

My only choice should NOT have to be trading ONE president who chews at the Achilles heel of race relations
Plays up all our prejudices, fears, and darkest motivations
For one who Hands us over to the corporations like we’ve all been sex-trafficked, and I wish that was exaggeration.

It’s part nightmare/part fascination
Mostly fascists saying we’re a cushioned generation
While they gut the funding made to lift you out your station
While you miss your shift at your 3rd job cause you can’t afford your medication,
Now the pain of your mobility is tied into the need to keep afloat and keep your family just this side of devastation

Here’s the catch to immunization:
You won’t get to have a say in what they give your baby, but in 20 years your baby better be prepared to pay right through the nose to be inoculated.

So don’t you be surprised when all your insulin is confiscated
Cause someone found a buyer who’s prepared to hike the price up even higher and if you land in a coma, just as well, because you’re out the conversation

You’re Not around to stage a demonstration
You’re Not around to protest human rights being eliminated
Not around to protest all these voters being silenced and intimidated

Maybe you can hear it in my intonation
One mans revolution is another’s renovation
One hand better wash the other or it’s amputated
I hate to be so black and white but gray has led us straight into the mist, and now the lamp has faded.

I don’t think that we have very long before the night is falling
Quicker than anticipated
Quicker than the stocks crashed,
Quicker than your IRA was withered and emaciated
Why obey the men who solved the crisis that they orchestrated?

Why are we so pleased to see a corpse get up and speak, that we ignore the way the corpse debated?

That he spoke in fragmented misinformation
That he tried to make an honest mans mistake out of a fabrication?
And all the major networks eat it up and tolerate it.
So, whose side are they on if they can point it out in Trump but act like they don’t see it in the man they wanna call our Savior.
Who keeps paying you to do such sick, dishonest labor?

Oh, shit,
We do?
No shit,
Me, too?
Everything you buy will find a way to own or eat you?
The companies that feed you fund agendas to defeat you?
Strip your wits away,
Rip your WIC away,
ultimately put you in a place to have to loot to feed your kid today
And then detain and beat you?
How is such an obvious process not see-through?
Least not without a UV light
This year will purge our liberties with zero end in sight

If you can’t cast a vote that gives you hope about our plight,
If you pick up the pen, but, in your heart, it isn’t right.
Think about the millions going hungry every night
And have the guts to write in Bernie
Have the guts to fight.

Hear my words, there’s no time to spare
We killed Democracy, it’s rotting in the square
And with its last breath, it cursed the very air
With the toxic miasma of class warfare

Convulsions were brief, it seized for a minute then it ceased to fidget, it was just deep-sleep in a city-wide gibbet.
A lot of sweet-nothings, like the rations we were given
A film crew followed them into the city limits,

To document the distribution
A little piece of human interest in a time of mass confusion
Some nice shots of a clean, white van
Neighbors helping neighbors with their clean, white hands.
Nevermind the boxes being empty, like the cans
Never mind a photo op that didn’t feed a single man

And this is nothing you can blame on one single man.
Or his supporting and immoral horde of sycophants.
We set the stage, we wrote the play,
We gave the man a script and highlighted every line he had to say
We’re only in this boat because we chose to sail away
We didn’t core out the decay
We let it spread
We watched this nation warp into the noxious dictatorship it is today.
We made conditions perfect
It’s almost like we want it this way