Announcement 1969
As a former love freak
I have an announcement to make:
I have learned to hate.
Hatred is a liberating thing,
It releases energies.
For many years I despaired
Of ever experiencing
True hate.
I always tripped
On the fallible,
The forgivable,
The understandable.
But as the film of love
Cleared from my eyes
I saw them clearly etched:
Those to whom I, my children,
My loves and my friends
Are casually expendable --
For principles, or for
Convenience, or as
A regrettable
Contingency.
All we have built
And hoped for and done
Are nothing to them,
To the grey men
With the artificially
Human complexions.
They are not only here
But everywhere,
An exclusive clique.
Moral appeals
Are pitiful squeaks
Of rats in a trap.
Far better
The bared teeth
And the poisoned
Bite.
Small things can be rabid.
Witness a mad rat.
So tremble, grey men.
Not only I have teeth.
The Day of the Mad Rat
Is at hand,
– ARLEN RILEY WILSON
http://www.rawilson.com/arlen/index.html
that was amazing
That was Uncle BadTouch.
He owns that domain.
"Arlen Wilson"
Doesn't sound like something Uncle BadTouch would post. And Arlen was a poet, if memory serves.
If it is Uncle BadTouch, it's his finest moment.
If it's Uncle BadTouch, he stole it.
either way, I like it
Okay, Arlen is deceased. She was the husband of RA Wilson, and this poem is quite old.
yeah I think you're confusing Arlen and Creeper
Here's one she wrote about her frustration with the Democratic Party in 68.
Hymn to the Democratic Party
Chicago 1968
The Democratic Party giveth
And the Democratic Party taketh away.
Blessed be the name of the Democratic Party.
O donkey-eared Deity, friend of the poor,
How social is thy security,
How urban thy renewal,
How central thine intelligence.
Thou art the Good Shepherd
Who knoweth full well
The uses of sheep.
O mightiest of fleecers
How internal is thy revenue,
How federally administered thy
Foods and thy drugs,
How federally commissioned
Thy communications.
The party loves me
This I know
The precinct captain
Tells me so.
Little guys to it belong,
They are weak but it is strong.
Yes, the party loves me,
Sure, the party loves me,
You bet the party loves me,
The Liberals tell me so.
Ass-headed God, have mercy
Upon me. Thine were the vows
Of my radical youth;
Thou wilt not forsake me
In my mature and responsible
Old age. Golden-Hoofed Quadroped,
Look with favor upon me.
Even as with Abraham and Isaac
Have I offered unto thee my sons
Upon the altar of Obedience.
Of the first fruits of the heathen
Have I made thee burnt offerings.
Yea though I walk through the valley
Of the shadow of slump I shall fear
No recession. Thine initials
And thine agendas they comfort me.
Thou preparest before me a table
In the presence of Republicans.
Surely welfare and relief checks
Shall follow me all the days of my life,
And I shall dwell in Public Housing forever.
Amen.
damn these are good
QG? Looks like meat for a grinder, depending on what you're working on now.
bump because
the day
of the mad rat
is at hand
Quote from: Cramulus on July 09, 2020, 12:47:54 AM
bump because
the day
of the mad rat
is at hand
I've been at that point for more than a month now.