Monday, August 04, 2014
Clarity Fighting Chaos,
and with ultimate trump card
“I've today introduced in the Senate
The Tri-part Dress Code.
Upper Class can wear what they wish--
but always with a patriotic flag pin.
Middle Class, a uniform, quite fashionable,
product of a top faggot designer.
Working Class, shirt and trousers, gray
in summer, blue in winter. No exceptions
for Church or Marriage or parties or
celebrations, etc. Always worn everywhere.
The non-working class of loafers and idiots...
any rag they can get their hands on.
(They're tagged for elimination anyway--
in a very methodical and merciful way.)
Children should echo their parents, as a
necessary reinforcement to Community.
Critics say CLASS? I say ORDER!!!
Knowing your place is next to knowing God!
And their little boats are crushed on the rocks of
THAT certainty!”
Labels: class, class war, Dress Code, knowing place, religion, Religious Right, senate
Friday, November 01, 2013
Trying to Breathe During the Hierarchy
Grandpa Knows Brusque
-Grandpa, are you finally satisfied? We’re barely
topping Zimbabwe in regards to Income Inequality.
-No, I’m not satisfied at all! Folks used to know
their place without all the bellyaching.
-So it’s time to fix it so they fight like cats and dogs
to hold the one they got?
-You laugh, but that’ll get the notions outa
their heads.
Labels: class, class war, Conservative, Income Inequality, Zimbabwe
Friday, October 04, 2013
In Comfortable Suburb, Presently
Wise Guys of a sort
-You know, the pendulum always swings.
The Repubs can come back in.
-Who doesn’t know that? I’m scouting out
locations under bridges now. Get dibs
on one early.
-You can really doo-dab a place like that up.
Like, comforts of home!
-Can I bring my bowling trophy?
-Especially. Get a class system going there and
they might leave you alone.
-Doubt that, with Law and Order. Anyway, I can swing
it at National Guard guys when they’re sent on
hygienic sweeps.
-For you own good! Who wants to smell like piss and shit?
-Quite a profound question!
-Don’t sound so surprised.
Labels: class, class war, homeless, Law and Order, living under bridge, Repubs
Tuesday, June 18, 2013
Higher Sad
Song of the Heart
She cried in the Bentley going home.
No more of these panels!–-unless nice people on them.
What had she to do with unions?
And what on earth do they want anyway?
They get all in a passion and nothing whatever is clear!
Labels: class, class war, Union
Tuesday, July 24, 2012
The air once full of acid
fumes, but in this time
some presidents re-
vered as truly great. Uh huh?
The bumptious aristocrats
despising FDR took it
to the grave, hatreds row-
ing bones forever. Their
doyen class persists
to poison discourse
and trees.
Labels: class war, FDR, politics, President
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
Tour
-And all their homes destroyed by the marauding poor?
-Who, when they took over, tired of rule quickly.
Counterrevolution following, and then a purer revolution
countering the etc. And then, etc etc. With, somewhere
in there, nuclear weapons entering the mix.
-And that monstrous, rambling shell?
-Congress, where dwelt the wealthy’s spear carriers.
-And all their homes destroyed by the marauding poor?
-Who, when they took over, tired of rule quickly.
Counterrevolution following, and then a purer revolution
countering the etc. And then, etc etc. With, somewhere
in there, nuclear weapons entering the mix.
-And that monstrous, rambling shell?
-Congress, where dwelt the wealthy’s spear carriers.
Labels: class war, revolution
Monday, July 11, 2011
Warren Buffet’s Secretary, Receptionist or Whatever
Anyway, his pointing out she
pays more of her income
in taxes than he.
Democrats drive
this narrative. Republicans
go out of joint, despising
boring old movies inciting
Class Warfare!
Anyway, his pointing out she
pays more of her income
in taxes than he.
Democrats drive
this narrative. Republicans
go out of joint, despising
boring old movies inciting
Class Warfare!
Labels: class war, Democrat, Republican, Warren Buffet
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Which Republican Plank?
Smash down the middle households
on wages and benefits and work up
resentment against union ones for
surrendering less. (Hey it’s The Market!
sacrosanct. So why not get off your ass
and move to a Right-to-Starve state?--
study Mandarin at the junior college.)
At any rate, it's not let them eat cake
but get them at each others' throats.
Money never lost a war. It has, though,
a class war. Madame Defarge knits.
Smash down the middle households
on wages and benefits and work up
resentment against union ones for
surrendering less. (Hey it’s The Market!
sacrosanct. So why not get off your ass
and move to a Right-to-Starve state?--
study Mandarin at the junior college.)
At any rate, it's not let them eat cake
but get them at each others' throats.
Money never lost a war. It has, though,
a class war. Madame Defarge knits.
Labels: class war, Dickens, money, unions
