in the absence of a cliffhanger

in the absence of a cliffhanger

A Poem by delapruch
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see note for reviewers.

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as our congregation of lying nitwits & corporate w****s

beat the drum incessantly

BAM BAM BAM BAM

bringing pain to the eardrums of the

american people,

with all their fingers in the pies of the media

sending cues to the hollow reporters who are

pretending to ponder every next “move” of

the republicans & the democrats

 

(two puppet hands from the same puppeteer, whose

eyes never leave the prize---that of more wealth,

more power & less accountability to anyone but

themselves---those whose faces you rarely see

anywhere, whose names you don’t know & they are

all quite content to keep it this way)

 

as if there was some outcome that

we couldn’t write down now

without any consultation from professional

screenwriters,

nothing more than a

bad b-movie,

all hacked away with red pen markings &

already rejected from any hollywood producer’s desk

for bearing a plot that has been

kicking us in the temples until we too have been

deadened, reeking of a stench that

no one in the world can stand

like the

decomposing rib cage of some dead horse in a street

long forgotten,

with fans blowing the smell around this ghost town in

question---

as we americans fear less & less with every lie that

comes our way & the

talking heads grasp for more ways to spin

this

inevitable outcome,

we are bent over the table

ready for another dose of violently harsh

prison sex---

wherein we will be raped of more things that we

desperately need,

so that this country that is one step away from going the

way of rome

(bleeding from within),

can allow those that need nothing

to gain more and more.

© 2011 delapruch


Author's Note

delapruch
“The country is awash in wealth and cash. It’s just that it’s not in your hands. It has been transferred, in the greatest heist in history, from the workers and consumers to the banks and the portfolios of the uber-rich.”

-Michael Moore

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Bio: The writer we call delapruch has been writing since infancy. His first piece was scrawled on the inside of his mother’s womb. Long since published, the rights now reside in the hands o.. more..