Sad straights and narrows,
No paths to enlightenments,
Smooth sailing dullards.

Sea pulse asurge, your pores brace for influx:
the scrub of sixteen salts whose rigid karma
scrapes us down. So sound the signals
(likely sales) from shoehorned sleeper
towns. Their patron wasn't long for earth;
a grid (what genius!) takes a bow,
puts slideshow on, and all we hear is how.

When sunlight stirs again we'll chisel
feeble errors, chip a bullet
out of stone. We'll see which skulkers
have a six at home, and toast
the night in sheetery. When devils
drain the foosty runoff of
your prim report to primal center,
sweep up white-horse myths bleached out
of paved-gray lots. Submerge in steam
of favor, frenzied in unseen replies
(no sharper catching eyes as coffees,
tipped to spoon in drowse-A.M.s
from furtive nights) -- Behold (unsold to rights)
uncensored action, living truth!
Untempted nine-percenters,
go-betweens for stunning tens
ground out of poison  pens.
Abrade with noise what was to clean our lens.

frigid homeless shivering
on Bank of America’s
front porch step  

propped up by
oligarchic investors and
solipsistic one-percenters

and we pass by
in apathetic
self-absorption

we are brainless
enraptured  by smartphones
while the State bombs
our neighbors

mutilating children
sowing seeds of terror
with every abuse of power

we convince ourselves
that there's an afterlife
and raze Earth
as we raise hell

the only home
we’re guaranteed
infinite growth in
a finite world
consuming joylessly

inculcated
inane and
vain beyond
all measure

we’ve ravaged the planet
we will all die

alone

Pleasure to finally meet you ladies and gentlemen
How about we make a couple million? 6, 7, maybe even 10!
You people make me laugh with your fancy cars and shallow smiles- a gluttony embellished with diamonds
Thank goodness I’m here to stop all this *******…Tonight your rule ends
1-percenters be ******; they constrain our wills and throw the innocents to roast
Go on, show me the chalice of greed, raise your cup
Speak a final taunt, an exiting boast
My gun drawn, shooting from the waist up

Where prayer is answered
not in material wealth

or health or success in
worldly matters.

Look for me there.
Praying.

barely spoken with my book open
wearing aprons with hay fever in full affect
woke up the neighbours four doors down with the shouting
and she calls me unreasonable
did they water this ******* aloe vera plant
or am I making up that it looks dry
shifting through these papers and the paperclip
that's holding everything together
stabbed into the tip of my thumb
and I can't afford my daughters wedding
brilliant that. cats that spat,
sat next to the lamp that leaks lies
like her on the third wine
she used to burn the union jack
now she laughs aleesha or mahil
because they don't look like
jack, jill me or him.
close the books, ask the waiter
bring my breakfast in the morning
under the name surrender
call the banks, tell the teller
rebuild my economy
without the one percenters
we can't agree
which is worse
surrendering
or halving our net worth.

she wants a divorce
who could blame her
she wanted a husband
and we left her in labour

This Day something good will happen –
wish it, or not, doesn't matter,
yet these words call a Catalyst
upon all, but mostly those in need
not greedy or complaining, patiently
expecting relief, smilingly in faith
to you; good fortune, just a sprinkle great enough
to empower, enrich, enliven 95%
a majority among majorities.

Blessings galore fall like rain, snow,
each held by a miniature angel,
for all needy, true, beseeching,
living creatures, male and female.

This is not a dream, theory, guess or
premonition. It is the truth.

Ultimately, it will be the poor who
will, by any means necessary, inherit the earth.

Sprinkle, O Catalyst, upon all those
of the world, oppressed, shivering
miserable, homeless, destitute, elderly, young,
all those and most of all, victims
of violence, injustice, racism, overlooked
by one percenters,
this on behalf of you, for you -- wealth,
vitals, food, bills paid, may all these
receive from Universe every need,
be blessed, free, not simply survive,
yet always thrive in cooperation
with a divine motive, for there isn't
a minuscule space within this world
not inhabited by a Answer to a Need,
a queue exists.

Expose a revelation of an unseen nature.

Today, someone in the heavens or the earth
gets their need or wish.
If it's you, spread your joy to someone else.

This is the tale of a felon.
Guy Reffitt is his name.
Aligned with the Three Percenters,°
He plays a dangerous game.

He had been planning a trip
To Washington, D.C.
It wasn't to tour the city;
It wasn’t a shopping spree.

On January 6
In 2021,
At the Capitol, Reffitt
Was present and armed with a gun.

He was also equipped
With zip ties and body armor.
This man from the state of Texas
Looked like quite the charmer!

There to "take the House"
Was Reffitt's insidious plan--
To "rip them out by their hair!"
What an upstanding man!

On multiple felony counts
Reffitt was later convicted--
On five to be specific.
That should have been predicted.

One count was for obstruction
Of justice. Reffitt got caught
Threatening two of his kids
By telling them "traitors get shot."

When Reffitt receives his sentence,
Let's hope that he gets no reprieve.
What other brutal attacks
Does the **** have up his sleeve?

Good luck now, Mr. Reffitt.
We hope you enjoy your stay
At a federal prison,
Learning that crime doesn't pay.
You'll have time to reflect on
Your stupid behavior that day.

-by Bob B (7-19-22)

°A far-right militia group