[Saint]

"I Am An American"

I wrote this 04/05/03 after returning from a peace march and rally in Oakland.
Perhaps inspired by speakers such as Barbara Lee and Harry Belefonte or just the cumulative effect of the whole event.

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A placated population is not hard to decieve when,
a media well practiced in the art of bereavment,
wears the mark of the beast camoflauged as a heart on a sleeve.
Those marginally in charge all agree,
the world’s in need of impartial police and,
since the criminals at large are too large to impeach,
we’ll begin with the watershed pairing of red herrings and target the east.
Meaning no harm in the least, we’ll charge with a fleet
of mercenaries who kiss their virgin Mary’s while armed to the teeth,
then cry like spoiled children over oil spillin
when it doesn’t bring them round to our sympathies.
Into the lion’s den we fly first, only to crash ‘n burn in friendly fires.
You too can be a martyr. Just keep your instant karma reciepts.
The latest stock market release is ugrading your system with patriotism
which can be yours for the bargain of peace.
We’re on guard against evil,
like the snake that caused Adam to argue with Eve,
so just be greatful you live in a garden of Eden.
Now is not the time to take sides against.
Let the genocide commence and ride a fence while the jargon increases.
To avoid the spotlight, keep the dark within reach.
A candid remark is a treasonous act when malarky’s in season.
Traitor removal brings higher rated approval
and keeps the monarchy pleased.
Also, regarding the freedoms our founding fathers had ardent belief in,
like those of art and of speech,
relax, you aren’t on a leash.
Just keep wearing this muzzle
until we’ve prepared your rebuttal with our snake charming techniques.
Don’t be alarmed if it reeks of propaganda.
Our top bannana’s not playing with a full deck so we’ll just discard your critiques
and, with a laugh, dismiss the activists that marshal the people to march in the streets.
Those who dare resist, of course, support the terrorists.
Or their hearts are just weak.
War’s not for sissies.
Opportunity still knocks when the doorknobs are missing,
so we’ll barge in and greet it head on
until the final death throes of the carcass have ceased.
Then we’ll carve it to peices and throw a marvelous feast
to celebrate the harvest we’ve reaped.
Not to party or eat
but to drop table scraps to the disabled saps that starve at our feet.
Finally, once the farce is complete,
we’ll return you to your regularly scheduled programming of brain retardant repeats.

"I Am God"

If I were God for a whole day,
I’d smoke the world’s supply of pot till the smoke made
the polar caps dissolve, then ride on top of a slow wave
as it washed the remainder of Sri Lanka to stone age,
then set up a “Relief fund” to fill my pockets with Hope’s change
and riddle a baby with cancer for every dollar you donate.
If I were God for a whole day,
I’d sit atop snow caps turning boulders to crack and powder to cocaine.
Pick up some hookers, set the sun to a moderate, low flame,
and show these lightweights how we used to blast rock in the old days.
After all, you only regret the narcotics you don’t take.
If I were God for a whole day,
I'd play the possum in probate, omit errs from the omnibus
and split heirs with automatons to bring apocalypse post haste.
If I were God for a whole day,
I'd resurrect my most successful prophets and role play,
with me as devil's advocate and them as my popular code names.
Convince them Hell is the most exotic of locations.
Have them gather all my followers, my prodigal snowflakes,
and tell them “We’re going to Hell! It’s a tropical oasis!”.
When they say “The Gods Must Be Crazy!”
I’ll show them how much a, 5 mile wide, bottle of Coke weighs.
If I were God for a whole day,
I'd grab my crotch 'n disrobe Space, my androgynous soul mate.
And that obstinate ho, Fate, would eat my cock on a gold plate.
In fact, I’d give all women the bodies of super models with no face,
so we wouldn’t have to hear them bitch about the petty problems they blow way
out of proportion and, while I’m at it, I’ll give em bodies with no legs.
Make it easier for them to sit on a rod and just rotate.
If I were God for a whole day,
I’d appear on Earth and tell every slob that their soul's saved
just by believing in me, then demand that the populace show faith.
Tell them “In order to ‘See the light’ suicide is not only okay,
I’ll even make you an angel for doing it the most macabre and gross way!”
then condemn them all to hell and laugh as their confident ‘glow’ fades.

Then again…
If I were God for a whole day,
I'd know that it’s all a lie and wonder why I do my job with a bold face.
I cause overcrowding to expand exponentially to poverty’s growth rate.
I let rappers enforce oppression while they’re robbed of their own names
without realizing they’re being insidiously held hostage with gold chains.
I allow men to make the governing rules and silently watch women obey,
even if it means having their clitoris clipped like the crotch is a bouquet.
I indisputably establish evolution as a legitimate process we both take,
and view the irony of men being locked in a box when they “Go ape!”.
In my name, armadas take rogue shapes
and drop a bomb if it shows strength.
I endorse patriotism in clear cut slogans when the promise is opaque,
leaving veterans to become vagrants while war profits uphold banks.
Whenever someone succeeds,
I’m the one “Thank you” they have in common at close range
Yet, in all the world’s ills,
I’m the accomplice with no thanks.
…
And so
…
if I were God for the rest of his life,
I’d connect the dots from my wrist to my elbow and end this mess with a knife.