Stapled Politics

The disenfranchised stand outside
Leftist, the insiders plot their fate.
No purging of demons long on the grid
Platform settled, direction by mandate.
Token lip service to those in need
Vying for the cloak of power
Under the cloak of respectability.
Mainstream media morons, yipping dogs of perfidy,
Polished emblems of corporate power
Responding perfectly to each pulled string.
Trashed reputations, flawed ignorance
The yipping dogs never looking askance.
Skybox pretentious poisoners perched for effect,
Context packaged prescriptions
Provided for mass consumption.
Dim star light barely showing in the haze
The problematic never realized in the coming days.
The outies meet the police dogs of power
Impact statements blasted against those without.
The never ending litany of violence vs. protest
Ever increasing physical and verbal rhetoric
All opposing voices likened unto a heretic.
The hope of the leftists rides a sea of jubilation
Socialist ideals to enslave a nation.
Capital profusion the the horror of purpose
No room for dissent, opposing views a disservice.
Time for a change sigh the main stream masses
Tired of being restrained by rose colored glasses.
© 2001 Tommy Barrios

Lapdog Programme

Over reacting zealots futile results,
Fighting ghosts of the imagination
No concrete enemy only those of paranoia.
Scared rabbits of insecurity ignorant of reality
Puppets of beauracratic stupidity transformed
Automatons programmed in the language of fools.
Thoughts not of ones own but of one’s owner.
Believing all the while to be one with self.
Free thinking scorned as an aberration
Constant subjects of deriding evaluation
No fanciful ties that bind
An occasional kick in the behind.
If it hurts or insults no matter
One must maintain position on the ladder.
Many thousands of holes waiting to be exploited
Ticking time bombs of callous arrogance
Foisted on the ignorant and unsuspecting.
Follow the leader that's the game
No pleasure in acting like one is the same,
Think like all, then you’ll have your fun.
We are told the rules are for everyone,
Soon we find that they do not apply to some.
Belligerent autocracy kicks down the door
Yet no one responsible for the blood on the floor.

© 2000 Tommy Barrios

INSTANT GRATIFICATION INFORMATION

Oh please gimme that information gratification
That instantly satisfies my sensation craving
Please give me more delusion infusion
I need a fix quick, more blood, more gore.
Turn on my info injector turn up the volume selector
Make my pain go away show me others right away.
The pontificating pundits rail and wail
The news is old as the bodies grow cold
Little wonder they get no sleep wandering the street
Looking for fresh blood to infuse the feed
Their pain is our eternal solace and grace.
I feel the pain lessening change channels quick
Oh there’s some suffering on a crossed stick
Arms splayed blood running thick.
Ah the feeling is getting better and better
They must be suffering more than me.
Time for a material fix gimme something quick.
Ahhh! The smooth feel of plastic and stainless steel.
Oh the hypers just announced a joyous event
Wholesale genocide and slaughter live at five.
I can’t wait I’ll have to rerun those holocaust clips
Wonder if I have enough dip and chips.
Oh wait there’s another news flash
Woman hanging with an open gash
Oh God keep it up I feel so much better now,
Don’t You!
Requiem en Pace est!
©2005 TIC