The Grapes of Wrath….Schendenfreud Raisins in the Sun

Recession depression despair is in the air the breath of death the atmosphere the sky is falling Chicken Little is shouting the squawk of the talk of feathers plucked what a cluck we have all been plucked nowhere to duck quack slapped the backs just jumping jacks rap rapping the man the Neocon smirks smiling with schendenfreud reap the grapes of wrath pipes the piper smiles and tosses raisins in the sun everything seems to have come undone swindle by dreams of certainty and friends who know well you can be fooled if you think there is something for nothing in any economy colors are not a currency or gender bender preferences human flesh is flesh predators could care less cut and gut bleed the bleeding when you have a Yen for Greenbacks Euros poverty is a ghetto for the working class caught up in the hope of what they are told just a fairy tale that the sandy sandman le marchand de sable sprinkles in the eyes of dreaming dreams nothing ever changes the rich get richer the poor get poorer the poor can’t get traction and no reaction from those that have because they have robbed them all with the smile of guile and schendenfreud raisins in the sun the grapes of wrath just Okies heading out to El Dorado way out to California a worldwide dust bowel and no one will have a full bowl of rice it costs too much kneading flat bread or making tortillas out of sawdust there is no money for firewood so burn up human dung a precious commodity an oddity when the belly is empty eating what the poor Haitians eat dried mud plain old dirt a taste of bleach a world of hurt and no one is their brother’s keeper in a world where the only true faith is money and humankind serves Mammon a sign post marked and marketed on Wall Street sit in any pew or bow towards Mecca and wail on the wailing wall one God so many religions oral traditions trumps true faith ashes ashes all fall down it is written in the Book of Revelation shudder shudder merchants with goods to sell and no one to buy Chicken Little shouts the squawk of the squawking the grapes of wrath….schendenfreud raisins in the sun money for nothing a guitar riff nowhere to run everything seems to have come undone a worldwide ghetto of depression plastic cash is the faith marks the beast a tattoo would be shrewd to get you from here to there in the new world order the price a micro chip and toss up your newborn….none shall pass none shall eat none not marked by the Beast.

The Grapes of Wrath….Schendenfreud Raisins in the Sun

montdragon

San Diego, United States

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From the Book of Ruminations out loud noise…empty rice bowels sun dried Haitian mud cookies sawdust flat breads bought and sold to you by the New World Order underwritten by Neocons and the crazy extreme religious nut jobs of all organized religions who serve the Beast and worship Mammon their God….”send us your money or serve up your new born and you will be marked as one of the faithful.” To be read flat monotone allegro ala Ginsberg and not Ezra Pound.

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