Thursday, February 20, 2025

Tech Kings

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: AMERICAN POLITICS

 

Tech Kings

 

Zuckerberg wants the money

Elon wants the power

Bezos wants monopoly

It’s the Trump and techno hour

 

King Donald on his throne

Looking smart and looking pretty

While Elon waves his magic wand

Creating chaos in the cities

 

They will not yield to anyone

Do not get in their way

If you want a piece of the action

How much do you have to pay?

 

The tech kings are in charge now

They control the flow of information

They tell us what to think and say

The world is their creation

 

They’d like us all to settle in

And not kick up a fuss

If you become a problem

They’ll put you on a bus

 

You’ll end up in Guantanamo

For a fully paid vacation

They’ll bend your mind to reason

Til you join the techno nation

 


Wednesday, February 19, 2025

Vindication of a Madman

RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: POEMICS

 

Vindication of a Madman

 

It was vengeance drove the man insane

It was rage that boiled his blood

All efforts to calm him were in vain

Like sinking in a pit of toxic mud

 

He called out for the heads of all

He would sever them one by one

He saw their courage and let them fall

He would hold them under the gun

 

When his henchmen moved too slowly

He put each of them in chains

It enraged him more just knowing

They dared go against the grain

 

He struck out blindly in all directions

No one dared stand in his way

They were all agents of some infection

They would not outlive the day

 

His whole life now is dark and dreary

All his friends are out the door

All this vengeance made him weary

All this madness made him sore

 


Monday, February 17, 2025

British Boots on Ukrainian Soil

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: UKRAINE

 

British Boots on Ukrainian Soil

 

Filling the void that America left

They offer boots on the ground

In answer to Putin’s bloody theft

To Ukraine the British are bound

 

So which side will America take

When it’s Europe allied with Ukraine

Against the leader all forsake

Our loyalties are less than plain

 

We know that he and Putin are close

They act as if they’re brothers

Will he choose the hand of Vladimir

In cold defiance of all others?

 

Our president’s made it very clear

He despises all on Europe’s soil

While he holds his fellows very dear

He’s enthralled with Putin’s oil

 

So when it comes to Ukraine’s freedom

He will not reveal his hand

He’ll throw out fits of obscenities

But he will not take a stand

 

(Britain does not rule out boots

on the ground in Ukraine.)

 


Sunday, February 16, 2025

Evolution of World Order

RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: MAGA

 

Evolution of World Order

 

We are no longer the leader of the free world

We are the leader of the autocrats

We form a front of imperial powers

We desire to expand our territory

We are willing to use force (if necessary)

We will show no preference in trade

We will gradually withdraw from NATO

We will treat Europe as an adversary

We will absorb our northern neighbor

We will take control of Panama

We will take control of Greenland

We will hold Mexico in trust

 

It is a new world order

With America as its king

An America with borders

Of thee I sing

 

We welcome those with money

All the rest can serve as slaves

Those who dare defy us

We’ll haunt you to your graves

 

It is a new world order

The one we’ve wanted all along

Filled with chaos and disorder

Let us sing the MAGA song


Saturday, February 15, 2025

An American in Munich

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: GLOBAL POLITICS

 

An American in Munich

 

He is not loud and brash

Like the despots he admires

He has no zealotry or flash

He pretends to put out fires

 

But he hides an evil motive

Beneath his tortured rationale

He promotes an ugly votive

To raise his fascist nationale

 

He appeal for lack of reason

To the enemies from within

In Munich it’s known as treason

As if we don’t know where they’ve been

 

The despots are his allies

He has no sympathy for friends

He doesn’t hear the warning cries

That our alliance is at an end

 

We know he does not care

Where Europe goes from here

It’s clear he does not share

What Europe holds most dear

 

(JD Vance lectures Munich officials

on accepting the far-right parties.)

 


Thursday, February 13, 2025

Constructive Action

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: AMERICAN DEMOCRACY

 

Constructive Action

 

Constructive action is the fruit of knowledge

So the wise ones say *

Without knowledge we are wandering

Through the open fields of play

 

It is not enough to know

It is not enough to worry

Let your true feelings show

Whose favor would you curry?

 

We are our greatest enemies

We block the way of progress

To sit and feel a sense of ease

To fail our nation’s test

 

Americans will always rise

When our republic is in danger

From foreign or domestic spies

Our “leaders” or wealthy strangers

 

It’s not enough to shake our heads

To grimace in despair

To scoff at something someone said

To know it is not fair

 

So raise your hand and take a pledge

To vote each chance you get

Our virtue balanced on the edge

Our courage must be set

 

Let those who can take to the streets

Let others form alliance

Take hands with everyone you meet

Resistance and defiance!

 

* Chinese fortune cookie

 

(for John Miles)


Wednesday, February 12, 2025

Tesla Falls

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: AMERICAN POLITICS

 

Tesla Falls (Ode to Elon)

 

Sales of Tesla fall in France

The end of a green romance

The same holds true in Denmark

Where sales have lost their spark

They’ve lost their wonder in Berlin

In the Netherlands they cannot win

Tesla falls across the sphere

Wherever they can see and hear

The end of Tesla drawing near

They’ve seen it and they fear

 

They do not welcome autocrats

Who flaunt their rabid power

Those billionaires and greedy cats

Who build their faulty towers

The oligarchs and fascist pigs

Who flaunt their Nazi loyalties

Who celebrate at fascist gigs

As if they’re fascist royalty

 

So take your piles of dirty cash

And toss them down a hole

They’ve tired of your act at last

A man who lacks a soul