Paul Lojeski: Hillary announced, resplendent in a $5,000 silver suit that she was now a proud member of the “resistance”, having been brutally roughed up and kidnapped by the Goldman Sach’s Liberation Army
The Next Patty Hearst
Hillary announced, resplendent
in a $5,000 silver suit that she
was now a proud member
of the “resistance”, having
been brutally roughed up
and kidnapped by the Goldman
Sach’s Liberation Army and
held on a revolutionary yatch
in a secret location, somewhere
in the radical harbor of Monaco
and after hours of unspeakable
gorging on liberated caviar
and a 3-hour Elton John concert,
she caved, swearing allegiance
to the fiery, take-no-prisoners
Chuck Schumer Brigade,
swearing Democratic servitude
to the ruling class that cares
as opposed to the ruling class
that doesn’t. So we’re blessed,
one and all, with our new Che,
our fresh Fidel. All hail the
resistance. All hail Hillary!
Friendly Fire
Oh, baby, I got kilt
by my buddies.
Don’t get mad
or throw a fit.
It was only friendly
fire, the soothing
lead from those
closest, pals
to the end. I know
murder is murder
and it don’t matter
what you call it
and I’m dead as dead
I’d be from unfriendly
fire, but this way,
somehow it feels better,
good even, so tell
the kids and family
that I died over here
at the loving hands
of my dear comrades.
My friends got me good,
blew my brains out for
the cause of freedom,
I think. So, don’t mourn,
don’t cry cause it was
the best way to go. It
was friendly fire, baby.
He Got Him SOME!
In the beginning steel cash houses
burned, hallow-walled castles
on the Street crumbled, as he
glided into the house of white,
a black man with a smile as wide
as a crescent moon. But while his
dizzy believers bowed and scraped
and cried out outside, he beckoned
in lizard kings who’d fueled
the blazes with souls of slime
and eyes of ooze. And he kissed
their shark-skinned cheeks, folding
scaly hands in his, promising
protection, swearing allegiance
to the virulent lies and seething
corruption, sanctifying those dead
hearts and they surrendered golden
fealty, whispering gratitude, vowing
the loyalty of snakes. He was
a made-man and he knew it, a glad-
handing knight in the dark fist
of ruling class deceit and betrayal.
Now, eight years later, the payoff
has begun-$400,000 for a speech to
those same grinning thugs, with millions
more on the flaming horizon. And his
dizzy believers? Still bowing, groveling,
sobbing excuses into the howling storm.
Paul Lojeski
