Laird Merde
or
The Living Death beneath Macbeth
"The top 1 percent of households globally own 43 percent of all personal
wealth, while the bottom 50 percent own only 1 percent."
-- The 2020 Credit Suisse Global Wealth Report
"All hail, Macbeth, thou shalt be king hereafter!"
-- the Third Witch to the top 1 percent
* * *
A Lord of Scotland am I full declared --
Or rather "Laird" (the title clans prefer) --
While my old lady dubbed is "Lairdy" Merde,
Although she hard insists I hail her "Sir";
How I in kilt the bonny lad do look,
When whirling in the heather on the heath,
Or cuddling up with "Mackie" in a nook,
Delighting in the draft of fiendish teeth;
Straight stretches my estate twelve inches long;
Twelve inches yet Milairdy's stretches wide;
Thus, squared our stronghold stands one foothold strong,
Wherein the horse Sir Lairdy thrills to ride --
Who pumping, pipes, "Och, aye! Och, aye! The nooooooo!"
As rearing, drones the stallion, "Och! Me tooooooo!"
* * *
a dedication of Respect
for
the vast Pain of each future generation of children
on the stage of the globe
full enslaved to the inheritors of the earth --
and their fiend-like queens
a revolving helios sonnet shakespearean satire menippean on
billions of serfs' servile idolatry of the 1 percent rich
butchers
may, 2023 -- double, double toil and trouble
bursts the thirty-trillion bubble
Copyright © James Starkey Iii | Year Posted 2023
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