Ruth Badur Ginzburg just passed.

Heartless soulless Republicans

Have no morals or class.

They only care about winning.

 

These callow liars are sickening.

Please God let there be a reckoning.

The Constitution is crumbling.

Despite Republicans grumbling.

 

Mitch McConnell has no morals.

Donald Trump has no scruples.

It is all manipulation.

A serious threat to our nation.

 

 It is an indisputable thing.

This administration is posturing.

The emperor has no clothes.

And finally this phony lie is exposed.

 If there were a benevolent God.

He would not take pleasure in his creation.

Rather in the realization.

Of his achievement.

If there were a benevolent God.

He would not mind our flaws.

But he would want us to obey his laws.

Do all good Christians do that now?s

We would be total idiots.

To  think we knew who we was.

Or what he wanted.

But here we are.

False priests talking about morals.

Liars talking about the truth.

How did we get here?

 

 

 Trump's  prayer

Let us pronounce a cure. 

Although we are not sure.

Let us submit to ignorance.

Let us remember not to care.

 Let us give praise unto me.

Let us make them submit.

Let us be clear I do not give a shit.

But I love to transmit.

 I have no feelings for anyone.

Except myself my beautiful self.

I love what the mirror reveals.

You have no idea what it conceals.

 I am mighty and all powerful.

I am the king with no crown.

I pass my greatness on.

Nepotism is my renown.

 

 

 

 

 

 De-evolution is real

Devo were the real punks.

You want to talk about the real junk?

You gotta beat it till it's thick.

Their genius was no trick.

Their first album is without peer.

De-evolution is prescient.

We humans are insignificant.

Devo laid it down.

Made us all look like clowns.

De-evolution is real.

They saw through it all.

De-evolution began.

But we weren't paying attention man!

And now we are seeing the cost.

With Devo we were never lost.

 

This country is broken

For the wages of sin,
Our President is all in.
With his callow toady Republicans.
And his money-grubbing evangelical whores.
What's it all for?

This country is broken.
The President does not steer the ship.
Into anything but doom and hippocracy.
He has already burned the flag of democracy.
It is about time his followers were awoken.

He is a snake oil salesman.
He fashions himself a deity.
He is full of false piety.
He holds the Bible like a sword.
But he has never prayed to the Lord.

The President has no core belief.
But he uses Christianity as fodder.
Like lambs to the slaughter.
To arouse angry white people.
For whom prejudice is a steeple.

The meek will never inherit the Earth.
But he shouts it out for all he is worth.
That is the myth he likes to promote.
For him to appeal to the downtrodden.
Is the sickest of all jokes.

I have fallen into a post-punk hole.
It's the only thing that soothes my soul.
Wire, Magazine, Gang of Four.
Devo, Pil, and Killing Joke.
Early Ultravox for sure.

The post-punks got it right.
Even back then they saw the blight.
Revolution, fuck our institutions.
The government meant to exploit.
In England and the United States.

Everything that disturbed them then.
Has risen to a level well above ten.
Racism, sexism, homophobia.
Can't we all just get along?
In this global world we all belong.

Pere Ubu were above the curve.
Pere Ubu had the nerve.
Pere Ubu were post-punk
Before there was punk.

Post punks hit me where I live.
Their vision always inspires.
They give me the food I require.
Though they started in the late 70's.
For me they are the remedy.

Controlled chaos


Controlled chaos.
That's what she called me.
She said everything I did was for a reason.
Then she created the worst of treasons.
She knew me through and through.

This girl did a number on me.
She didn't think twice.
Or even three times.
She knew all the angles.
She was no angel.

Math and repetition.
Create precision.
There is always an extra piece to the puzzle.
I was just an extension.

She fucked me over.
Again and again.
She was never my friend.
She knew how to pretend.

Yet I had a soft spot for her.
And she did for me.
There was never betrayal.
She just did not care about allegiance.