Babylonian Calisthenics
Bow down
when you hear the music
Stand up
when you hear the sound
Limber low
when you see the golden image
Babel Tower rise pyramid erect
like a flagpole
Toes arched high,
elbows bent with hand over heart
Eyes swaying side to side,
when the wavy cloth idol music start
Brow pride is palm raised like
battle eagles soaring in the sky
Stripe octave bars ... vocal fawn pull ups
follow the push up bra lung stars —
Lady Libber tease who lyrically demand bending knees
to have total loyalty ... no protest hiccups
Babylonian calisthenics,
moral free exercise of mind control
It’s the Caesar peace diet: Wait-loss edition
for every patriotic war starved soul
Babylonian calisthenics is robotic brain wave pathetic
Cardio wavy instructions will teach you
to know when to servile stand,
and when to grovel, beggarly bow
Know when to voluntarily sweat accept
a mandatory enlist,
give a dog tag vow ab crunch howl
Then wince the bomb music stop,
tap the mushroom bulge of your global warm belly
And ask yourself,
did you put enough prosthetic coin fat in the
Veteran of Foreign Wars lean pot?
If not, donate some more submissively supple blood
to the white surrender flag
Which is always scornfully used
as a Babel blues snot rag
So bow down
when you hear the death music
Stand up
when you hear the siren sound
The politically paid peace mourners
will tearfully tell you that you’re physically fit
to be buried in the sour ground
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2018
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