Rant
Absurdity ad absurdum has taken up a comfortable
residence among us as a statuesque whore
becoming prominent and remarkably affordable
strolling the homeland devoted to minding the store.
She flaunts charms showing alabaster cheek
in the tolerant venues fascinated with the risk
of challenging her dark mind, her bleak
assessment of our intellect recorded on disk,
the feeble articulations professing a way of life
muted by the din of thunder crashing between rank
electrodes planted in her brain superbly rife
with logic we can take to an FDIC member bank
reducing thought to sophomoric debate asserting that this
causes that and therefore a need to grope
through a blood bath hit and miss
grasping at ruts on a slippery slope.
She directs agendas cracking a sparking whip
as a scantily clad dominatrix to the brink,
shooting tart rebuttals quickly from the hip
to criticism and query with a sultry wink,
she thrives in the false poet's vexatious verse
masquerading her as brilliance for mad adulation,
and applause for insanity or for something worse
lurking in shadows growing longer throughout the nation.
She is ratified with the silence of fatigue
over ATM fees, arbitrary phone bills,
sophistic menus of recorded messages, intrigue
involving all relationships being a test of wills
driving days laced with lottery chances to get rich,
and years piling on like fossilized diatoms
enjoyed as bites of a peanut butter sandwich.
She is magnified by the outrageous pogroms
perpetrated upon our public schools,
Columbine, Johesboro, Amish School at Nickel Mines,
contributing to the creation of more stringent rules
of conduct in the daily functions at living shrines.
She haunts mosaic T.V. screens drenched in glamour
as new chapters of her endless story unfold,
we will her icon to shed its angelic torpor
and speak the name of her killer in a case gone cold
but she just gazes at us innocent as a posy
once in a while a haunting seeking peace
and we look into the sad eyes of Jon Binet Ramsey
wondering if atrocities will ever cease.
She is celebrated with the piercing of tongues, lips
eyebrows, belly buttons, breasts, noses
and anatomical platforms below the hips,
art finding the body relieved of striking heroic poses.
She inhabits an exclusive comfort zone
reserved for SUV devotees in a cul de sac trance
discussing Bary Bonds' chances for the home run throne
and barbequing ribs to digest a credit card balance.
She is immune to the labor of the rational mind
to discharge words stuck in the constricted throat
like unclaimed luggage not likely to find
its way across the sea in the appropriate boat.
The mind is feverish, tired and weak
keeping up with the Secretary of the Treasury bailing out
America. We want to speak, speak, speak
in a virtual reality. We want to shout, shout, shout
the cogent words that would strike down
the incompetence, fraud, legal fictions, the lies
where words fall on corroded ears, drawing a sneer
or whimsical smile as a thought is swarmed by sighs
of the technocratic cadres "moving forward" without fear
of cataclysmic consequences, the ranting of doomsayers.
The market always comes back three hundred points
in spite of nose dives into deep realms bringing prayers
to the table among the deals straining at the joints.
But words must be found in the hopeless din
driven by Absurdity -- simple words that won't miss
their mark crushing Absurdity and her devoted kin
venting madness on the brink of the abyss.
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Submitted on January 03, 2013
Modified on March 05, 2023
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Closest metre | Iambic hexameter |
Characters | 3,457 |
Words | 583 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 73 |
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