GliderGuider (18,226 posts)
Bush Meat (I thought this was going to be about LynneSin...thank heavens it isn't)
There is a bear
out there
on the ice
starving,
searching for food,
slowly dying.
He was once the king of the realm,
majestic, primal, beautiful
– and I am supposed to
listen to
and vote for
clowns.
There is a bear
in there
with her cubs
hungry,
spring has come early
slowly frying the forest.
She lived once surrounded by food,
plenty, harvest, variety
– and I am supposed to
stand by
and invest in
rapists.
There is a tiger,
over there,
in the jungle,
fleeing,
looking for life,
chased and hunted.
She was once queen of her matrix
superb, camouflaged, mysterious
– and I am supposed to
stand silent
as our numbers prodigiously increase.
There is a gorilla,
deep inside
the cathedral of leaves
surrounded by young
exhausted, running.
She was once safe matriarch of tribe
such power, such peace,
majestic, secretive, shy.
And now the murderers
and rapists
hunt her
– for bush meat.
There is a beetle
in there
gnawing on the
future
we have betrayed,
squandered,
for profit.
And I hear
the sound
of a billion tiny
mouths
eating
tomorrow.
By an anonymous Internet friend who gets it.
Spare me, asshole. You wrote this and are too chickenshit to claim it as your own. You're scared to let your artistic side show, lest someone not like it and your delicate little bubble will burst. Turns out that disavowing it was a good choice, in this instance, because it's worse than even Cal Peg's paean to aching seed. See my rejoinder:
There is a bear
out there
on the ice
starving,
searching for food,
slowly dying.
He was once the king of the realm,
majestic, primal, beautiful
– and Hillary Clinton is plotting ways to murder Bernie Sanders, while
her husband is plowing the rectum of a star-struck donor's college-aged daughter..
There is a bear
in there
with her cubs
hungry,
spring has come early
slowly frying the forest.
She lived once surrounded by food,
plenty, harvest, variety
– and Barack 0bama is playing golf with Wall Street banksters while
you cover your notebooks with your first name and his last.
There is a tiger,
over there,
in the jungle,
fleeing,
looking for life,
chased and hunted.
She was once queen of her matrix
superb, camouflaged, mysterious
– and I am supposed to
stand silent
as our numbers prodigiously increase, because they're all Mexicans and that's
the only way to make more Democrats.
There is a gorilla,
deep inside
the cathedral of leaves
surrounded by young
exhausted, running.
She was once safe matriarch of tribe
such power, such peace,
majestic, secretive, shy.
And she has to leave the White House in 2017.
There is a beetle
in there
gnawing on the
future
we have betrayed,
squandered,
for Apple's profit. Which is OK, just ask onehandle.
And I hear
the sound
of a 100 giant mouths
eating Cheetos. Waiting to post a new DU OP.
