BAR's Poet-in-Residence

Squish, squish, squish of blood-soaked jackboots; Red line—red carpet—coagulated on Capitalist Hill. Sharp-tongued choosey beggar. Ethnic cleanser, Psy- Op Satans’s raw sewage rant ran just over an hour … Prince of Polio/Pharaoh of Famine/Psy-Op Satan Stood serpent-like on Capitalist Hill and spewed Venom. He filled millions of FOX-boxes with mis- Information, disinformation, 1/2 truths, Big Lies.

(For Genocide and War-profiteering) The Statue of Liberty weeps into her un- Bombed harbor. She cries, “Send me your Double-amputee orphans. Your newborn babies— Burned to the bone. Your occupation tortured teens. Your breastfeeding mothers and atrophying elders.

I’m not a nuanced Negro Complicating, Contextualizing, centering, Unpacking, drilling down Inter-sectionally into weeds beneath capitalism’s Hood … Yet, point blank, full stop— I say: We can no longer Afford the rich … We can no longer Afford the rich … And their Wars of the Week! Their bloodletting beheading babies; blistering bodies like hotdogs on exploding hospital grills! Their turning streets of the world into crimson rivers/salt ponds of tears—Their Fattening vampire shareholders...