“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!”