JOE THE BIDEN EATS THE BISON* An Inauguration Day Poem Interminable the accolades for an America at the barricades. Such specialness, such hope, such opportunity. We, we, we the people interminably, the real document inoperative.
What is this about, this presidential rant? About gays, blacks, latinos, unity and all the immigrants. Just what is this about! This too familiar verbal romp. This sanctimonious blindness. This faux bonhomie. America, don’t you know anything? He kills the world with language And not at all softly.
Wake up America! He's killing your world too. It’s his tired Nobel trick, his linguistic Guantanamo. Wise up America! His “We the people” kills.
With his murderous dronings he kills the world’s children. With his We the people he sends death squads deep into the dark bad night. With his We the people he sells you to big money mobsters. With his We the people he swears his oath With his We the people he lunches with the grey-headed VIPs. President Barry and Joey the veep munching and lunching on bison, the exterminated food of an exterminated race. Fifteen million of them murdered and nary a mention, nary a trace at the VIP Luncheon not one word of grace from we the people.
James Ryan 21 January 2013 Inauguration Day for the 44th president of the United States of America
* Oh, and it's “Hickory-Grilled Bison with Red Potato Horseradish Cake and Wild Huckleberry Reduction” according to the official menu. With my particular historical emphasis on the word “reduction.”