American Mourning (version 2)

(Author note: written the morning after the last election.)

Half of my countrymen
went into the voting booth
to unlock the gates of Hell
and raise the mutation of
part-embezzler part-simian
on high for another
4 year hitch

and make the chasm wider
and send a thousand unknown faces
into their desert graves
for the illusion of democracy
as the price of oil rises
and our elected royal family
gets richer and richer

to all of you who voted
this way:
Shame on you.

You let fear and avarice
into your bed
and they seduced you and
you didn’t see that they
left your bottom exposed
and your hands tied to the bedpost
as the evil talking suits
positioned themselves behind you and
casually plotted among themselves
their repayment
for your cynical loyalty.

Don’t act surprised
as you are invaded and violated
and debased repeatedly because
these bastards don’t change
their colors
and they’ll only laugh and
relish your pleas for mercy

that just makes them harder

but what I want to know
is why you sold out
me and the rest of us who don’t
even own a suit

date rape is still rape
and we didn’t ask for your roofie
in our national drink.

So, I hope the tax break is
worth it,
and I hope you feel safer at
night
knowing the terrorists are
exactly where you put
them
and where they’ll stay
for the next four years.
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here comes the political nuts--nice shot.

J.