Asian Elves

In the valley of
industrial commerce
smokestacks billow
round the clock profits
beneath the Chinese
smog cloud…

Worker bees are a buzz..

Tipping point imminent..

Repressed slave factory workers
go out on a wildcat strike..

Demanding a ten cent hourly raise
for the overpriced products
they collectively mass produce..

Seeking a few more crumbs
from the bulging corporate pie..

Modern robber barons
run the spreadsheet calculations..

This expense does
not fit their exploitation model..

A frantic call is made
to their commie warlord partners..

All the rogue labor leaders
are summarily rounded up..

Shipped off in chains
to “re-education” camps..

The strike is shattered..

Furnaces fire back on..

Disruptive peasants
have been put back in their place..

Back to the grinding assembly line
with their tails between their legs..

Resume cranking out
mass volume merchandise..

Destined to be
neatly boxed and wrapped
to lie under
foreign Christmas trees..

Somewhere away in a manger..

Baby Jesus weeps

The Illusion Rules

Skating on frozen pond
as the snowflakes dance…

A true Dickens scene..

We escape into the dream
even though we know
nothing is as it seems…

For the snow is really
asbestos corn flakes
shaken vigorously..

Truth reduced to special effects..

A soothing opiate that suspends disbelief..

These illusions we do create
in this snow globe reality…

Just desperate performance art..

Impossible to sustain
as a permanent residence

Drag Drama Queens

On the brink of elimination..
No respite from the tension
of this perilous situation..

We the dwindling legion
of anti social evolution zealots
know that time is the enemy
as the forces of progress
breach our entrenched position..

Perhaps we have one
desperate counterattack left
in our grievance arsenal..

History has come to bury us
but we are not without resources
and a passionate cadre of useful idiots

Sound Off

Never confuse shyness
with a lack of self confidence..

In fact those of us who value silence
over bloviating displays of arrogance
choose not to join the chorus of ignorance
that these days serves as currency
in a bankrupt world where volume
is valued over substance..

So take a verbiage time out …

Stop your yapping
for a fleeting moment
of glorious quietness…

You may actually hear
those who stealthily roll
with thoughtful contemplation
muttering to themselves
under their collective breathes
what an obnoxious ass you are

The Oxy Morons

We both knew we were not built to last..

and yet here we are…

Chugging up this mountain steep …

Forever trudging into a stiff breeze…

A frickin relationship cliche are we..

In desperate need
of perpetual therapy..

but then again..

after a thorough and complete
couple examination
the shrink would conclude conclusively
that you and I
were never meant to be..

Though I would beg to disagree..

Our mutual dissolution
while probably advisable
and rationally inevitable
would definitely wreck me…

Cause you see
in scientific terms
we are the perfect anomaly..

The storm which brings serenity..

A cacophony symphony..

A joyous solution..

Greater than the sum
of our disjointed parts

Wrecking In Technicolor

Our friendly corporation
of all things virtual reality
for a slightly exorbitant fee
can modify your temporal lobe
for the glorious purpose
of colorizing your dreams..

Of course with every tech innovation
there comes the insidious
disclaimer side effects
such as everything you now view consciously
will now be cast in black and white..

Sort of like your narrow take on politics