The Best Bugs on Earth
Be fruitcakes and multiply.
A little more elaborate than rabbits,
perhaps, one splendiferous species
thinks it knows how to do the job
better than the God it made up,
better than Nature, who made it.
I’m it. While I scan the landscape
of information for titillating tidbits,
feeling in control, am I alone in being
scammed? Have I been voting for a sham?
The masterminds are on the lam–
they’ve got me on the run.
But who’s awake to catch them
or hear their laughter in the distance
as they row their lifeboats away
from the resurrected Titanic,
a ship too big to sink, champagne
corks popping with the sounds of bullets,
ellipses in between the bells
that signal class is over?
The Mug in the Mirror
Fifty million murdered
since the end of World War II
in all the little wars
that have happened since.
That’s quite a pile of people!
The mountain ends in heaven!
I guess those leaders Hitler, Mao,
and Stalin were just green,
Christopher Columbus retreads.
Since then, we’ve learned the art
of murdering anonymously–
what laudable humility!
Who here among us has the pride
to take a bow for such hard work
and walk away in handcuffs?
No thanks, I say. Freedom means
detachment from your actions,
so jettison your conscience.
The key to happiness
opens the door to ignorance.
Do yourself a favor
before you sign that death warrant
or order that drone strike–
find the eye of the camera,
sit up straight, and smile.
We love you so much:
You’re a thug, just like us.