Another one from spring. Still as relevant today as it was then. A post-Saddam refresher for all you Bush "fans."
PETROL PLUTOCRATS
Born from the greasy wombs of gluttony
With itchy buttonfingers
These wrong-wing platinum spooners
Flash bloody porcelain fangs for the press
Cringing thru bunker-busting catchphrases like
“Compassion” and “liberation”
Veins spewing blue venom
Veering towards incineration
These purveyors of fiction
Iron-fisted fablists
Mother Earth date-rapists
Sip cocktails with sadists
Litigate pacts of treachery
Lobby for oppression and
Laser-guided tyranny
Manifested from
Moon-lit visions of heavy metal
Grinding emaciated bodies
Of desperate mothers and sons
Into fine powder
Snort-worthy
Pure and profitable
Eloquent fascists with
Shady motives
Attempting to eclipse truth
Persist to perplex the dumb masses
Working those anchorwhores
Down to their last ruth
Menaces to propriety
Pimp anxiety and comfort
Barter lives and freedom for
Petrocratic entertainment
Breast pockets lined with
Preemptive acceptance speeches
And stuffed with assortments of
Posable reaction figures
Yes, Toms included
Toys of Mass Seduction
Trillion dollar party favors
They tango in pentagrams
Rear sons of Sam
Who till their fields of greed
With malfeasant machismo
Then label themselves saviors
Impudence outwaxing ego
As their god grins down upon them
We pledge allegiance
To faux heroes
To a broken nation
With liberty
And justice
For none
c 2003
