“EVERYTHING IS SACRIFICED HERE!” a poem, a.k.a.: “Is There A Plan B?” September 1, 2019 [SUNDAY]

“EVERYTHING IS SACRIFICED HERE!” a poem, a.k.a.: “Is There A Plan B?” September 1, 2019 [SUNDAY]

“We don’t need THIS, Mr. Mystic Poet;

Surely-NOT ‘this one;’ Surely, you know it!

NO-NO-NO-NO; we ask kindly that-you spare US!

We’ll stop reading HERE!” “OK!? (pause) Even-if I-promise NOT-t’-cuss?

I’ll just-write whatever occurs to me,

About: SACRIFICE, sacri- f-i- cially:”

Here, it’s “Dog Eat Dog!” and “Survival of Those Most Fit?!”

“Live and Let Die!”

Of course, I’m just “a twit,”

Writing of-how Jesus died, as an example of GOD!?

A sacrifice – of HIMself! Which, around-here, means: HIS BOD;

Let it: BE CONSUMED! or BURNED! or HUNG UP THERE!

“Eat others – to live!” Yet, yes, I really care,

About: PRESERVATION! KINDNESS! and, of course, GOOD-HEALTH,

But “SURVIVAL OF THE FITTEST” means-that Trump, with all his wealth,

Is surviving VERY WELL, as long as societies see LOTS OF MON- EE,

As-a BIG-PLUS, rather than something close-to in-fam – EE!

INFAMY! by-those with MUCH-more than they need,

And never really sharing, as they watch others bleed,

And be “kept out,” from, perhaps, getting a little share!

Oh, well, THAT’S LIFE AND DEATH, but I-smell no-death-in-the-air,

Because the dead smell’s been sanitized with odor spray or a raging fire!

It’s pretty obvious that THIS PLACE supports “THE CLEVER BUYER,”

Who declares: “WE CAN ALL LIVE AND LET LIVE!?”

And-then (s)he goes to survey for dinner, what The Slaughterhouse might give!

“We didn’t like THAT TEACHING, Mystic Poet; it hurt our ears!”

“Sleep well, Dear Friends! May a PLAN B(e)-available, allowing-us to-sleep, Through-our-tears!”

fin ♥

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