Give the mega-rich more money
Keep our borders closed
Don't worry, the poor will eat “Honey”
Just not as well, I suppose
Take away their prescription drugs
Let them die and then
Give the Russians great big hugs
America will be great again
We don't need all these poor and sick
We don't want them here
Don't let them call me a ruthless prick
I've just played upon their fears
Big business ain't the fault you see
I know, I'm in those groups
The poor are blaming them and me
They're rallying the troops
I'm not paranoid the least, my friend
But they're bugging my business towers
They're intercepting what I send
To my friends in foreign powers
There's comics making sordid jokes
I'll sue their asses now
I don't enjoy their little pokes
I'll fire them somehow
I don't know why, I'm not inspired
To do the best I can
I just hope that I don't get fired
To make America great again
Comments
Not sure...
what you mean about the last line or the comment about the punctuation, but I'm glad you liked it!
~ Gee.
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When writing poetry
I usually punctuate in exactly the same way I do prose but that is not relevant in this case where the line breaks provide all the punctuation necessary.
I don't know why, I'm not inspired
To do the best I can
but hope I don't get fired to make
America great again
on your poem
Part of the function of poetry is of course to use poetry to express things that are gnawing at his soul. In these political times, we are going to see more and more of poems like yours (and mine, published on neopoet "Populesque Trumpius") , and I doubt we will see too many from the right. That is surely a prejudice, but to me the right is still in Plato's Cave, watching the shadow. If your are not familiar with this, hey look it up, very much fun and compelling. I am thinking a lot about Plato recently and his defining a democracy in terms of leaders who excel in philosophy thus making them rulers within the realm of the Good, from which Truth and Beauty are born. Yes, we are a bit more in the opposite direction.
I therefore agree in any and all attempts to in poetry to express the outrage of living is such shame.
However it is our obligation to also attempt new forms, allegories, and symbolism to express the age. Such as we saw with Bertold Brecht during the Nazi's, or books by George Orwell, o even some of the poetry of Yeats, which make political action in the arts without being propaganda, which your (and my) poem is a kind of. I have not found it yet, it is not easy due to the rage and insult, and fear. But this I believe will also be our task, as poets.
I agree...
I think the kind of works you speak of don't mention names or programs, but instead, focus on the values of society. However, it might up for debate as to which set of values should be represented.
Should we take to task the values of the ruling class or the ruled? Not everyone loves the underdog, especially the ones that try to keep the underdog from upsetting the apple-cart! Those that are happy with the way things are, are never in a hurry to adjust things to the way they should be. Thanks for the read and comments. ~ Gee