“For when they shall say, Peace and safety; then sudden
destruction cometh upon them, as travail upon a
woman with child; and they shall not escape.”
1 Thessalonians 5:3
As soon as Trump won the election, Mexico gave the northbound migrants 24 hours to leave the country. Riot cops were deployed, and quickly came under attack by the "migrants," who threw stones and swung makeshift melee weapons at them. The poor, suffering people in need, indeed. Entitled, attitudinous, rotten...
Migrants are the Antifa of Mexico.
Did you know that your body, work and money and desires are like a giant birdcage? When was the last time you looked inside and checked up on the bird? Did you know he flew away? Or if he didn't, he's about to?
I didn't.
40 years went by. 50. I believed I was a feather, and threw myself into the elevator shaft of the moment, never actually believing I'd hit bottom. And I haven't. But I will. I'm so far away from the elevator door, way up there on the 40,000,000th floor, there's no longer any way to mistake the bird for the cage. I peeled the emoji from the page, and blood poured from the screen like a scene from Donald Trump: The Ballad. How long until human communication has been reduced to a bowl of emoji-caesar
Salad?
How long until the cybernetic mannequins domin
Ate the industry?
Entertainment manufacturing and military pedo-plex alike. Tyrannical sem
Antics. Not Trump. You know.
The other guy.
The bird is a symbol of my life. I have trapped him in the moment. I locked him in a
Cage.
I embarked upon a grand
Idi-odyssey of rage. I never factored in
The fact that the world is an actor,
and we are all the stage.
“And Peter answered him and said, Lord, if it be thou,
bid me come unto thee on the water.”
Matthew 14:28
I'm not even writing about what I'm writing about. I'm writing this instead. A quick, linguistic tango 'round the great
Americano struggle. If it be thou, Lord,
Bid me out into the water.
"O thou of little faith, wherefore didst thou doubt?”
Matthew 14:31
So that's the plan. The much less said so more the better. This is the feathered
Poem of the letter. But even though songbuzzards are allowed to
Vote, I didn't know we wrote
A corrido about Donald Trump.
Did you?
