{"article":{"id":18984,"heading":"A Day at the Mall (in response to 9-11-02)","author":"Christopher Moody","created":"2002-09-12 00:04:35","modified":"2002-09-12 00:04:35","last_modified":"Thu, 12 Sep 2002 07:04:35","article":"

A Day at the Mall



the implication i'm making

is that your vacation

outweighs the cost of all

impoverished situations

and i'm not trying to recreate the nation

but fuck the existing rotation

because today's skylines

are tomorrow's bilines

and same-signs are still politically

designed

to suffer on the side

of hypocrasy

because democracy is a million dollar bill

it's clinton

a minion

fucking trillions out of the american pocket

and back to the stocks that

bush and cheney

manipulate

to pro-bate

a room for rate

at the presidential estate

while death row inmates

still strip down

visiting sounds found

like chains

of lineage

in veins the state and federal

affiliates

instigate

to enslave

look as the war now rages

those stages

of an outsider's

metamorphosis

into that foreign metropolis

of big businesses

like his daddy

before him

killing

those who reside

in the middle east

so freed inside

by the god of modern christian

genocide

that side to side

of bible rides

where mangers sign

the dotted line of corporate

contract-life

one billion lives lost

for the cost

of a aristocrat-made billionare

who's stocks and shares

weren't acquired so fair

as the skin they're spent on

subjegating

and as a new dawn draws

the water for a bath of attack

in Iraq

president black bag

sits back

and watches

that

which he created

hoping his ass-hole is tight enough

to tight-thrill

that multinational stuff

that builds bills

and congress' butt

when it needs the dicks

to fuck

another mother from her son

another color

undone

by the status quo

that promo

of judicial insta-glow

promote your own

or you will know what it's like to

loan

your body for the building its sitting in

with ceilings

gripping bars called

prisons that listen

to the rape

and incision

of a mental

oppression passing

it's 1492 to present

session

all hail the perfection of a navigator's

aggressions

Native America

slated to stare at the

silence

of muted tongues

the violence

of troops

that stung

the flow of genes into oblivion

all suns since columbus

guns with bullets

as drums beat

the feats

of a grand nationalism

passed down through generations of racists

who's faces

bore through the store of winter meal

into a surplus

turning to dust

in the excess of reflex

that strong-arming

suggest

of countering progress

with a hyper-solstice

of murder for preventative infest

that bush

at his best

toy-chest

sold for less

in the military

conquest

who kills for less than the cost of the bill of rights

who's insight was

that the poor would refloor the wars

with warm bodies

while the rich stayed

home

to watch and criticize

across telephone and television

lines

how their ties

were lost

to the understanding of strategy

and sadly

just like in the Revolutionary

we're married to the symbolism of a flag flying the wealthiest's decisions

to own the glove

so the stove of colonialism

proves its synergizm

elite

a dominant fleet

firing steep

into the streets of los angeles

the boroughs of new york's

philanges

chicago, San Fran

and the Koran

the temples and

kiosk stands

where the woman and her man

like sands

fan

into fear

just another day at the mall

of U.S. conquest

the fall

of tears

now engineered

by those same

poly-tests

that tell you and i

who's eyes

are right

in the sight

of the stars and stripes and apple pie

of a falsified

god



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