Friend of the People

…One raced down the hall with the news upon his tongue, couldn’t wait to tell the commander-in-chief. Chief was in a meeting which abruptly stopped – so he whispered slow, he said “Two uh your enemies bin made dead. One in a porn house, one in his bed…and ain’t nobody knows who done the deed.”
now chief’s in tune to what folks see, he said “Oh my God! Everybody leave me – here with #One so I can grieve…” But when the doors were closed and all were gone except crooked smile and crooked son, he dried his tears and looked at One and said “LUCKY BREAK!”

assassination ain’t the fairest thing to happen to you if you’re the king but when your enemy gets popped, you shed no tears. It’s a cardinal virtue amongst the dead to not repeat the things they said when oxygen was still inside their lungs.

Chief said “where’s my popularity?” One said “40 and risin’ steadily – and crisis is always a big shot in the arm.”

and those numbers kept risin’ as the bodies kept droppin’, much to the chagrin of no one else. All those shadows in the cheering section backed the king of re-election. Here in the hall, welcoming all, no matter from where they are coming. Ask no questions now…we all get rich…


That’s the short and brutal version… omitted murders and 6 perversions but I’m thinking that by now you get the point: when something bad kills someone else bow your head, thank God for health, and dance upon the graves of those you hate…

or politics is dirty an’ you got no choice but to pick the one you think will do least bad.
or maybe this was just a story… and I stole it from a box… and I’m making a movie… or maybe now you think that I should stop?


now listen all you who are filled with corruption. We demand nothing less than your instant destruction. You’re costing us millions in favours. You’re tasting all 31 flavours while people downtown can’t taste one.

you say that you serve us but you got a butler. You’re bullshit rhetoric escapes without muffling…

while you spend billions on cover-ups, people need blankets. We give you our souls but you never thank us.

so send up your rockets filled with pollution. Don’t do the right thing and look for solutions. We’ve damaged this planet lucrative toil so please keep on looking for another to spoil…
send snipers for the dreamers who get through your filters. send pardons to the infidels in crowd up our prisons… trumpet your charities, watch both hands while you give, then return to the sanitized street where you live.