The Poet

The Poet

Saturday, January 5, 2013

No More Bake Sales, A New Beatnik Rant by Ron Porter ©2012

Jello molded, cookie-cutter, suburban, midnight fantasy
warmed the malformed, uninformed, non-conformist travesty
Bothe difference and the sameness of you and me
is we don't have a family
like the ones you see
in the mind-slime, portrayed on prime-time, network T.V.

And the politicians scream to the sky
Everybody's gonna get a piece of the pie
Remember, Marie Antoinette said Let them eat cake
I'm a little weary of this whole Bakery motif
I will not got to the bake sale
or the bullshit on a bagel banquet
at ten thousand dollars a plate
Push the party line-Promote the agenda
tender agendas, agenda benders, spin the agenda
lay down your liberties, quietly surrender

Always remember
A House Negro is still a house negro even
when him lib up in de White House
Right massa Soros? (wink-wink, nudge-nudge)
Oops, better be careful here
It's like the Neville Brothers sang
It's freedom of speech...
... as long as you don't say too much.

Don't say too much; stay out of touch; do not think
do not surmise
just sit and consume the lies from the big screen
High-Def, surround sound,LCD, lie machine
make sure the lawn stays green
bullshit keeps it fertilized
fertile minds in which to plant
seeds of complacency

The bigger the lie-the bigger the hook
they will swallow and
the bigger the hook the bigger the fish caught and cooked
Can you smell the grease cooking?

And, I mourn the living dead
born and bred
to wear the chains forged in their own heads
where the deceptive words are said
that Uncle Sugar, Big Daddy Government
will: buy your cell phone, stamp you some food
pay for your cable, supply all your needs
fron cradle to grave
if you just stay a slave
working on the plantation in the mind
how can so many be so blind?

And the Judas Goat with Mickey Mouse ears
keeps on lying. Man, freedom is dying.
while the deluded keep on buying
the false hope of non-interest loans
and low mortage rates for cummunities with gates
where everybody rides hybrid rollerskates
and eminent domain owns all of the homes

Surburban nightmares, quite disturbing
and the Jello-molds shape how they think
while cookie cutters punch
out another drone like hive-mind bunch
and to those who understand what I'm stating
cleans your guns and be ready and waiting
when... the taxman... busts down your door!

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