There once was a troll
That lived on a hill
It didn’t like poetry
So when it heard
I was writing a poem
About it’s misadventures
It told me
To go fuck myself.
There once was a troll
That lived on a hill
It didn’t like poetry
So when it heard
I was writing a poem
About it’s misadventures
It told me
To go fuck myself.
I am normal.
I am kind,
Don’t see colour
Or ever find
The police treat me bad.
They are kind.
No special treatment
I once got fined
For driving drunk
They didn’t mind.
Sent me on my way
So I’m inclined
To love those cops
Who didn’t grind
My bones to paste
Or shoot me in my exposed back
Or kill me for talking back
Or cuff me for speaking out
Or night stuck me for a single shout
That war is for the battlefield
And not for those with badge and shield
Who hate the poor they guard all night
When really if they knew what’s right
They’d turn their eyes from the pitch
They’d join the horde and eat the rich.
I wake up every morning with a smile.
Not letting them sleep is okay with me.
Torture kept our country safe, for a while.
—
These are terrorists, mostly, they are vile
So we can treat them as we wish, you see?
I wake up every morning with a smile.
—
Stress positions were a reasonable style
Of persuasion, not unlike yoga, see?
Torture kept our country safe, for a while.
—
There was no need to offer them a trial
If they were innocent then they’d be free.
I wake up every morning with a smile
—
Yes, rectal feeding was very worthwhile.
There was no real damage, if you ask me.
I wake up every morning with a smile.
Torture kept our country safe, for a while.
Palm prints dusted on a dark cavern wall
Tiny stencilled hands forgotten for years.
Large shiny missiles and thuggish bombs fall
Leaders wipe away expedient tears
Until cameras turn their dead lidless eyes
To the next shiny seratonin hit.
Seizures shadowed by paperwork towers
As crowds stumble toward the glowing pit
Of welcoming screams that steams a greeting
To the exhausted the hopeless the doomed.
Nearby blank faced operatives meeting
For one last time before straightening ties
Join the lines of misery add their cries