Warning: the following poem contains idealogically-sensitive material. Reader discretion is advised.
© Jane Bled 2016-2017
All Rights Reserved
Plastic bag spooks spiral in
As fusty swirls of air
Turn down cocked collars
Chilled from soaped-up
In lieu of controlling
God’s self-appointed righthand men
Bid choirboys to inflate collection baskets;
Hawk indulgences to ignorant holy folk
To guarantee the preferred victor
In political corruption.
With carnivorous wit.
Compose hellish propaganda
In queues that wind
Halfway down the block.
Under the guise
Of noble cause —
“For the greater good,”
“The lesser of two evils” —
And rampant biblioclasms
Produce sterile euphemisms for orgasms.
The once-private public arena
Becomes an international hunting ground,
As sportsmanship has never been
The strong suit
Of opprobrious parrots
Who drop trow from soapboxes,
Pray to the gospel of casuistry;
Sacrifice virgins to gadflies.
Spare your pandering praise for them.
Note: The opening line of “Gadflies” was inspired by a neighbor’s Halloween decorations (plastic grocery bags containing balled-up tissue, tied off with twine, meant to resemble ghosts hanging from trees); then the poem grew a mind of its own, as children are wont to do when left to their own devices.
Tickled pink by the privilege of your company.