A Forum for the New World Order

It was so much fun
for us to see you cry
because we’ve decided
you should die.

Why should I
lie and say I knew?

Why the long face?
This is your clover.
Now get back up. Nah
bend back over.

They need us
to complete this series of
Tests,
They need us to
circumnavigate superstition
on toe
on skate
on blade, we must
bend
roll-up sleeve
and covered wrist to
alarm
we mustn’t
alarm, you SCARE me
must show more
or was it less?
emotion
No. You can’t.
Not you, no.
We have rooms of pad and straight.
We have rooms of stick and brick.
Looming roof.
Will that hold?
The Big One threatened us.
And now upon us,
The Weak One.
I failed mine.

I want to publicly register my absence
from the first back correction,
as I was either unborn.
Or how would such a young mind possibly
recall, dear me?
In reality,
I remember ajar furnace door,
warmly darkened garage,
back brace
on Dad leaning painfully
on Mom.
The latest invasion was not;
a tiny cut to accommodate a camera,
and other tools,
through a vast tunnel from spine to dermis,
to surgeon’s hands,
on-screen.
In my lifetime,
things once butcherous have sleakened.
For I remember this time;
the day I looked at my wake.
Reminded, it’s mine.
From a nuclear depth;
I got, I have, I’m fixin’
my make-up.
Backbone.
Spine.

I saw a woman
crossing long-striped-legged
Dwight Way.
Her men siren sang.
She sprang and
wore yellowpolkadot flowersinherhair
Let me know if those
bluesuedeshoes from my Mom are oktogo.
He tells me to get off
of ‘em.
Cuz siren sing and shake
‘em.
McPaul knows.
They’re in heat.

Why do Republicans outright block all of President Obama’s Nominees? Beats me. Let’s vote them out. Locally, the Primary Election is held on the 22nd. Woot!