David Fewster ------ two poems

POETIC EPIPHANY #2

I remember Patrick McCabe,

Sort of a cross between Charles Baudelaire and

a young John Waters

(Bart Baxter called him “the mascara man”)

climbed the stage for his set at Red Sky Poetry Theatre.

Patrick’s oeuvre had one unifying theme—

The Poet Sorely Abused By Crass Society.

His piece this evening opened with the pronouncement

“Being a Poet is like

 Banging your head against a Brick Wall.”

Then he walked stage left and proceeded

to bang his head against Squid Row’s brick wall.

About a half-dozen times.

Hard.

He finished the poem somewhat woozily

with a very red forehead.

And it was then I realized

that a literary vocation might be

More Strenuous than I had imagined.

CITIZENS UNITED

(with a nod to Gregory Corso’s “Bomb”)

O Citizens United

Everyone hates you.

They say you are ugly

And Fascist.

They call you

Oligarchy

And no one will dance with you.

They don’t understand

Your true nature.

One billion dollar the Koch Bros.

Promise to spend.

Where does this money go?

Advertising revenue for your local

TV, Radio & Newspaper outlets.

Print shops run by uncles and aunts

For flyers and posters.

Party supply stores for

Multi-colored balloons

And confetti.

Bakeries and donut shops

For delegate’s snacks.

And when corrupt scumbags

Skim and embezzle funds,

Who gets burned?

The Koch Brothers!

S’alright—they can afford it.

43 million for the Scott Walker campaign.

We have that money now.

They used to say that War

Was a good way to boost

The Economy.

Thanks to you, Citizens United,

We can change that.

ELECTIONS JUMPSTART THE ECONOMY

And no one was ever napalmed

Mailing in a ballot.

Citizens United,

I love you.