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EXCUSE ME!
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EXCUSE ME!
Uhm, excuse me,
Excuse me…
I’m sorry, but I have a
D I N O S A U R
B O N E
To pick with you.
You call yourself
A M E R I C A N!
Pardon me if,
I can’t praise,
Your pen writing,
Paper pushing,
Looking down your nose,
In twisted thinking,
Within the confines of a clean, secure office….
PROCLAIMING THE ‘RED-NECK’
OF YOUR
“SAVE OUR
A L A M O P O L I T I C S!”
Que Pasa, Amigo!
Come fight with us,
Rally with us,
To defeat Santa Anna.
How many generations,
Kicking and biting,
Screaming and bleeding,
To find Santa Anna,
Has a different face,
NOWADAYS.
Come fight with us,
Live with us, in the
L A N D OF O P P E R T U N I T Y,
H O M E OF THE B R A V E,
J U S T I C E FOR E V E R Y O N E!
Excuse me, Excuse me,
But let me say one word,
HA!
Who are you fooling?
Immigration,
Naturalization,
Make a mistake?
DEPORTATION…
How many Presidents would we
NOT
Have had……IF,
We upheld
“One strike, you’re outta here!”
DIPLOMACY.
Excuse me, Excuse me,
I said, excuse me…
FREEDOM came by Lincoln,
In the Emancipation Proclamation of 1863.
However,
It took the death of a King…
LATER,
To Give you the latest results on your,
EYE EXAM,
Over the Rights of Man.
What kind of
M O R O N
Are you?
To EXPECT an authority,
To THROW AWAY it’s life…
FIGURATIVELY, LITERALLY
To those “AFRICAN SAVAGES”…
Whom YOU beat!
Whom YOU bludgeoned!
Whom YOU tortured!
Whom YOU starved!
Whom YOU diseased!
Sometimes,
Just to bring a load over the sea,
And throw half your…………..
CARGO
OV
ER
BO
AR
D.
Corpses,
For the Fishes.
Floating body’s,
DR IF TI N G
D RI FT IN G….
Then in one huge swirl,
Of ragging White Water,
The fiercest motion,
Undulating upward,
Gnashing teeth,
Closing over it’s
Half live prize,
Sucked into the coldest hell of the deep……
The only evidence that this person mattered to you,
S T A I N S
Red crimson ripples over the water, of where the “Beast” once was.
One-hundred five years later, you say,
Politely, while pouring
ANOTHER
Cup of tea.
“We’re so regrettably sorry, forgive us, please.
There are so many other things to talk about,
Now, did you say one lump or two?”
Your AUDACITY!
How could you not have known?
Bad grooming causes boils,
And piles of dirt under rugs,
May have you fall, and break your nose.
YOU!
THE AMERICAN GOVERNMENT!
Ran from England’s King,
Drawing breath to decree,
A new Liberty…
That rises above,
Vowed to be greater from whence you came,
Pledged to be Moral and True…
Unstained,
Unblemished,
Unapproachable,
So Unquestionable to think, it couldn’t be
FOR EVERY MAN.
Excuse me, excuse me,
If I choke on the fact,
You haven’t learned your lesson.
Plagued minds of
World War II soldiers,
Had “Battle Fatigue”
In Korea,
“Battle Fatigue”
Became
“Shell Shock”.
In Vietnam,
“Shell Shock”
Became
“Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome”.
How sterile and unfeeling labels can be,
Especially when their listed in,
Psychiatric Manuals on Diagnosing Disorders.
Your broken promises,
Made us wise.
If anyone complains,
Slap a band-aid on this head-wound story,
And be sure to mention, “THIS MAN’S CRAZY.”
You oppress outside these borders,
You victimize within the walls of our homes,
T R U T H
That’s a long lost art,
NOT in magazines,
NOT on television,
NOT in newspapers,
NOT in radio reports.
T R U T H H A S T O P E R K.
It’s the wait of 10 to 12 years,
The black over-cooked tar tasting liquid,
That leaves the mud of muckrakers behind.
IT IS THE…scalding hot metaphor that wakes us from sleep.
T R U T H
You’ve been in every country in the world…
And no one wants us as visitors.
“We’ll help you put down your coup-de-etat,
Rockets, missiles, troops…yes, all our force.”
YOU who call missiles, “Peace-keepers”,
Yet, is still aimed to Kill, to Conquer, to assimilate…
Into this productive society of minority labor.
You stayed behind your
Cheesy Ass-grin….
While our sons and daughters got the shaft,
Saving your trash talking self.
Wouldn’t part with your money,
Those health benefits, until
Our children: sons, daughters, wives, husbands……ENTIRE families,
DIED!
WHAT MORE DID YOU THROW OVERBOARD!
“Excuse me, Excuse me.
My son went to fight in your war…
He wasn’t like this when he left…
What did you do to my boy?”
“Ma’am, fill out the papers and wait your turn.”
Corpses of my brothers and sisters,
PATRIOTS!
REAL AMERICANS!
DYING, YET BELIEVING…
IN THAT FLAG YOU DON”T BOTHER TO SALUTE ANYMORE.
THAT JUST GATHERS DUST IN THE CORNER OF YOUR OFFICE…..
Pity, just like the dust in the frail corners
Of YOUR mind,
Of YOUR ignorance,
Of YOUR trifling compassion.
WAIT WITH MY NUMBER!
Let me gag and bind you,
With this free bureaucratic red tape
Fill out a form and wait your turn.
What’s it like not to get any,
AIR!
Some Vet’s lungs,
Were seared from toxic gas,
Became thin as a sheet,
White as a ghost.
Yet, he waited until,
He was given permission,
PERMISSION!
He waited for YOUR permission…
To die.
IN THE END, STILL A SOLDIER.
You only understand that numbers
Are tombstones,
When they lay in straight white rows,
IN YOUR OWN BACK YARD.
You are oppressive,
Not just in war,
But your arrogance,
Hung like a metal in your jacket,
Decorated in Pride.
While you are in total Denial,
AND THIS MAKES YOU DANGEROUS!
Excuse me, Excuse me,
I just don’t get why you’re cutting Medicare.
People need the two incomes to survive.
Are we supposed to cut our day care fund?
Let good ol’ Mom who has alzheimer’s take care of our nations children.
Excuse me, Excuse me,
If I don’t understand how,
The Gay and Lesbian marriage initiative,
Offends you, hurts your PRIDE.
What about their PRIDE!
Talked about like they can’t hear you,
While spit hangs on their cheekbones,
When you can’t SEE who you’re talking to.
For the schooling of our children we must keep a
SEPERATION OF CHURCH & STATE
But can’t keep the good book down,
To maintain…
“We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men
are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator
with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are
Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness—“
You are just one more wolf in sheep’s clothing,
Trying to tell the world,
S h e e p
H a v e
Long
Sharp
Teeth…..
YOU have let grain lay to waste on docks,
While people in our home streets starve.
I ACCUSE YOU OF SLOTH.
YOU have sold out to prostitutes,
And sexually harassed government employees.
I CHARGE YOU WITH LUST.
YOU tax the poor, cut their primary essentials,
And even cut social security,
Which a President brought forth to save us.
YOU HAVE DEMONSTRATED GREED.
Originally wrote: April of 2001
