The New Yorker is Obscurity Central
With a lot of naked Emperors
Parading through its pages.
ljm

A lump she is
A useless chunk
Of human protoplasm
A mind that can’t untie the knots,
Now neatly wrapped in silver duct tape
On a shelf just out of reach of devastated fingers.
Claw marks mar the surface of the tape
Evidence of effort spent in vain
To free the intellect
Now unplugged
And useless
As a rock.
ljm

So many things need to be said
And shouted from high places.
This is not the time for words
To fail me in my anger.

What kind of mongrels have we become
That all precepts of decency
Have fallen by the wayside;
That codes of honor and propriety
Don’t scan in our computers.

It’s now alright to load a gun
Into a car and drive across state lines
To prance amongst an angry crowd
And wave it til someone gets ******
And reaches for it, thus providing
Legal grounds to shoot him -
And two more for good measure.

What kind of wimps have we become
That a kid who swings a skateboard
Becomes a lethal threat and hence
Is suddenly OK to be murdered.

Seven women and five men
Abandoned any common sense
Or rational intelligence
To vote that one who starts the fight
Is justified in feeling thereby threatened
And allowed a wanton ******.

What on earth have we become
And can’t you see where we are going?
Vigilante posses chasing pregnant girls
And legitimate protestors.
Three murderers may well walk free -
One more miscarriage of rightful justice.

Changing rules so blacks can’t vote
Disdaining to protect our dying planet
Playing at adult Lord of the Flies.

God has turned his back on us
So we created another One
From hate and greed and lust
We worshiped it full faithfully
And this is where it got us.

Afraid to mingle in a crowd
For fear that we’ll be shot.
Afraid to walk the streets alone
For fear that we’ll be *****
Afraid to help someone in need
For fear it is a scam.
We don’t answer phone or door
For fear of who might be there.

No wonder we are all depressed
And everyone is angry
There’s very little pleasure left
And life has lost its meaning.
Perhaps the world is suffering
From no pandemic but the wrath of God
And we all had it coming.
                        ljm