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CC FBI, a poem

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As the FBI gutterpunk division entraps
Five guys with crude haircuts, anarchists
Supposedly, because anarchists are always
Guilty of everything, going back to Haymarket,
And beyond, we need a concrete poetry
For the true criminals to bite on. Eat this.

Or how about a poem that will explode
In the face of the corrupt, even if it kills
The poet as he's writing it. Swallow this.

As ship lists and drones fire, we
Don't need poetry as earworm,
But as tasseled cushion for ass
Of Goldman Sachs CEO, to blow
Up his rottenness, we demand

Poetry waterboarded onto the lying,
Smug and top-shelf mug of the Prez,
At a White House soiree, and beamed
On well-starved PBS, as foreclosed
Citizens cheer while chewing
Leftover Chef-Boy-a-Poem.

Funded by the maker of Prozac and Cialis,
American poetry puts you to sleep with a boner.
I mean, sh*t, you can't make sh*t like this up,
So it's high time for a John Brown poetry to surge
From the flooded basement of our cranium, as
Real John Browns sally forth to retake the real,
Rout nonsense and reclaim our definition.


To think is to act, now, so,
Like any foreign nation, you
Can also be preempted from
Your future crimes. If you don't
Believe me, just ask the FBI
Agent you're lying next to,
Under or above. He or she
Can kill you in the dark, in silence,
And that's no Middle Eastern joke.

Well, then, I'm a thought criminal,
A terrorist, since I fantasize always
About neutralizing the bad guys.
Soon as I close my eyes, I see
Skyscrapers being imploded
And freefalling into their huge
Criminal footprints and scattering
Fraudulent investments and mortgages.

I fancy myself stepping over corpses
Of tax-dodging and looting CEOs,
War profiteers and propagandists,
The ones who keep feeding us lanky dogs
Dryhumping homing soldiers, but don't show
Those who are killed, maimed or tortured
By these same guys and gals next door.

Dumped from the imperial meat grinder,
They'll become your police or panhandle
From neocons and libtards, even occupiers,
And though a terrorist, I'll give them a buck.
"Man, you've been had!" If anything, I wish
I was a better fighter, so I could join other fighters
To combat real terrorists, with their real weapons.

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