there are days when lollipops feed this gnawing,
filling up cobwebs spun with last nights leftovers,
savory words, left, on a plate already steaming
overflowing with the days collected shit and detritus;
this country feeds a growing greed,
“must have, must get, I want”
entitlement, playing with emotions; man made parade
to corporate cymbal clanging, (yeah, Dow’s diving rhythm)
one percent never remembers (bill holders never forget)
damn us, damn them yet;
bury them under mountainous debt -
sixty minutes, days, hours, months floating dreams
too young to know these street’s smashed bubble scenes;
this holiday, spend every red cent, go plastic government;
that little angel with dirty halo curls just begs to rent
a roof not rolling this Christmas; a modern Dickens tale,
Marley, Tiny Tim and Cratchit (that story we don’t forget), so,
Plead, don’t forget, This percent; offer Her your last dollar
instead of That retailer promising that credit prospers;
to her, you spent a million when she’s waking
within a heated motel six, a wish, her very own
Miracle on Wall Street ~
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Offering this up for OLN at dVerse; Brian’s hosting which always pulls top dollar talent to the bar.
Sidebar>>this was inspired by the 60 Minutes report that aired Sunday & the major spending that went on around ‘town’ this weekend. Show me the money (or where it came from) is all I’m sayin’; K, soapbox kicked out from under ~
brian miller
/ 2011/11/29miracle on wall street…nice…took me a bit to get it but…blistering write…we are resonating a bit…we are consumers with an addiction that makes me sick…and it just keeps getting worse from the top down…i like the call to give that last dollar where it may be most needed and that is not in the retailers pocket…
claudia
/ 2011/11/29isn’t it just madness what happens all over the world around christmas time with people spending far too much money…and money they don’t even have.. makes me sick as well.. and good to think about what good we can do with that money when we give it to those in need..
Rivenrod
/ 2011/11/30A glorious rant. Yet another keeper for me.
I think I have mentioned before that I like this raw, bitter, cynical, even angry, side of you.
RR
ayala
/ 2011/11/30Nice write. Makes me sick the greed and need for more stuff in a time when people can’t afford it. True words here.
Brendan
/ 2011/11/30What is amazing is that in a materialist culture, there’s always some way to make and lose a buck. So much of what passes for it today is just the fantasy of it, the appearance — I think of all that hip hop bling shining in the middle of the ghetto, the folks who go to the most expensive malls just to walk around all day, looking like they’re going to spend some money. Or the finely appointed house in suburbia that is foreclosed the next day. Dickens knew all too well about Wall Street miracles, and the lengths some percenters are willing to whore their fellows out in order to secure them. Great write … Brendan
Tino
/ 2011/11/30The saddest side of human nature bravely exposed here. The thought of abandoned/abused children at Christmas is a harsh reality and that is what makes me sick.
Awe inspiring write!
ps I am a tad frightened now to leave comments as someone might mistaken me for a stalker
Carl D'Agostino
/ 2011/11/30Seems like Wall Street’s miracle is solely for them. No trickle down. We have been politically and economically disenfranchised.
Rivenrod
/ 2011/12/01Moved to agree. So many of us know this and killing ourselves to find the answer eh.
In the 1930′s birth certificates were traded on Wall Street. True today also, though discretely. Someone, somewhere is making a nice life from the price on all our heads.
RR
Gay Reiser Cannon
/ 2011/11/30Worse than grinches..maybe the news lies too, ya think ? Along with liar politicians..hands in one another’s pockets. Not as black & white as painted. We’ve all got gadgets here.
hedgewitch
/ 2011/11/30That first stanza starts it cranking from home base, and then it gets serious. I like it that you show that greed is built into the whole machine, that you have to change yourself,and the years of programming day and night, in school, on the tube, everywhere you look–buy buy buy–to change anything. Last stanza makes a solid clang in the psyche.
Elise
/ 2011/12/02Really clear, strong message. I like it very much!
I gave you one of my weekly Goddess Awards if you would like it for your sidebar. No strings attached!
In joy,
Elise
Elisabeth
/ 2011/12/02What a timely poem, the season of excess. I’m new here via everyday goddess. I’ve met the other honorees on her blog and finally – only because your name is forth on the list – I get to you. I’m third on the list. I’m not sure about the order, but there has to be an order, I suppose. Anyhow, I’m pleased to meet you and to read your powerful words.
Jeanne
/ 2011/12/04The worst part, for me, is feeling like I’m a Grinch because I don’t want to spend like that….
leamuse
/ 2011/12/11Take that 1%!
Unfortunately, they take responsibility for naught.