The Fake News Song

There’s a hurricane for everyone
-a global warming inside all of us-

Our king is a big box
of cold domestic beer
Our nation,
a country of cock dust

& I’m not even sure why I fear
the means & methods of the cure
when it’s all just the same otherwise
We just have to live and let lie

There’s a wall to be paid for by Mexicans
-A Great white picket fence for America-

& I’m not even sure why I care
the cure will become our next fear
& It’s all just the same otherwise
we just have to live and let lie

From the shores of the rust belt I watch
angry-men toss’d about on the docks
as the bitumen rivers rise
uplifting their bodies to sky

& I’m not even sure why I care
the cure will become our next fear
& It’s all just the same otherwise
we just have to live as we die

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Anathema

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Anathema can stalk
anyone, anywhere
like rhetoric, or marketing

it will find them

and use them

like a paycheck

~~~

For three days and nights
it’s been raining humans:

humans falling from heaven,
humans drowning in their own
human-made puddles,
humans choking
on unshared wishbones.

(Humans with frightened, bulged
out eyes, silently screaming
sclerosis, sclerosis)

Anathema catches these humans
by the tongue, one by one,
as they fall like tears from heaven.

Anathema spits these humans into a bag
– a messenger bag made of Chinese linen,
so, the humans can breathe in this hot fall weather –
throws the bag upon a broad shoulder
and walks across the bridge to Anathema’s tower
where Anathema takes each of them out,
one by one, holds each
in the palm of Anathema’s hand
and studies their movable limbs;
very doll like, very simple.

Anathema lingers in the moment because
Daddy never let Anathema play with dolls.
(Daddy never let Anathema play with dolls.)
(Daddy never let Anathema play with dolls.) but
daddy’s gone now,

Anathema can play with them all.

Anathema gets a magnifying glass
out of a detective kit purchased from Boys R Us
and thinks about taking the dolls to the rooftop,
you know, the old victim under the magnifying glass trick?
That was always fun to do on hot days like this

But then something happens
when Anathema hovers the glass over them,
and notices their great big eyes of fear:

(Humans with frightened, bulged
out eyes, silently screaming
sclerosis, sclerosis)

and notices the bloodshot complexity
of their eyes
and how the vascular pathways
spread throughout the whites
like a network of routes
on a human map
and Anathema begins to believe

that Anathema has found the map
to his hidden treasure