By Dominic Paoletti
feral senate mongrels barking for scraps speaking certain key words, for optics, for re-elections to fund another pointless war— brought to you by, Budweiser, Boeing and this crying wife holding a folded flag, how sad cause –oh fucking boy! a new pony toy, it’s the iPhone ‘who gives a shit’ I’ll buy one a dancing of bread and circus and shiny plastic polluted overcrowded streets captures another law man who shoots to kill-- but guess who we found between the sheets? The attention factor tonight, led by your favorite angry head who echoes all the bullshit you wanna hear by babbling down your ear-- here lies some guy who couldn’t pay to live ‘but the banks can’t fail!’ the dogs bark and squawk at the single payer ideas while selling crates of public fears—Live from New York’s studio audience, a laugh tract sends a mind unswayed with frothing misinformation to drown science downward in our boil ocean what a great big commotion, but we just don’t give a rat’s ass cause—Look over there! It’s a celebrity giving someone some sass --and you talk about class like it matters like this deranged show will ever change the greedy goblins who divide and always win because status quo is all a consumer like me will ever know in the dog and pony show and another show, another showing of heroes fighting villains. This weekend. Your local theatre. Shooting dozens dead. just go to bed, get your rest cause work needs you there early to clean the grease traps again and again ‘till the bitter fucking end.