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To Grinder Monkey Smiles

To All Mothers Everywhere
To all mothers
everywhere
Why do you part your legs
toward
the 21st Centaury
Didn’t you know
That the future is our final station
Where the monkey sits and waits
To collect
For a debt that has long been owed?
And he will never be denied
payment.
That fateful stop is close now. 
Didn’t you know that this train will never be slowed?
Maybe we should have planned our escape
Before the monkey smiled
Instead of wandering like dumb beasts
That serve as an exhibit on some distant safari
Under the burning glow of industry.
Yes
 it gave us the TV and black lung.
And
Yes
 we should be grateful 
What other system allows you to own a Statesman?
Or 
Pay for the right to soil your water
Or 
Blacken someone else’s?
How else can you explain the water’s
And this century’s
Taste of curdled milk
That sits in some hoarder’s fridge
Waiting for the next great war.  
Why do you offer your babes the fire?
Everything that blooms
In the forest where we once played
Is consumed
Immediately
Now a days. 

On America
Which is the land of the disposable hero
And disposable victim
Where do you think your babes will land?
The hoarder?
The fool with a loser’s dream?
The second storey man
Or the industrialist who wallows in his moneyed slop
Or grows fat feeding on the blue collar?
Maybe the hero
Who will be torn apart for touching the wrong ass?
Only to fade into the gutter?
And did you think you could 
Swim in this ocean of equations?
This is elemental my dear.
The only end is the shore of a negative. 
The only outcome when you try to defy these waters
Is a riptide that will pull you under?
What role do you really think you have?

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Finally
Under the sour winds
That blow in the coming shadow 
Of the kakocracy
Nothing grows
But the desert
That brings
 dry dreams of your children.
But at least their sheets are clean.

Copyright © Matthew Abuelo | Year Posted 2018

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