Social Pyramid [Today's News Poem, November 8, 2010]
If humankind's highest ambition's to elevate
Mortal to godlings, who cares of equality?
The workers of Pyramids simply contributed
Shares in the glory, but not immortality.
The spine's the antenna, the brain's the receiver:
Noumena fills it, while cleats dig the arches
And climb to the top of the mountain of haunches—
Stabbing a flag once on top of the structure
And shouting at heaven—much closer, he's certain.
"In my reporting, I regularly travel to banana republics notorious for their inequality. In some of these plutocracies, the richest 1 percent of the population gobbles up 20 percent of the national pie. But guess what? You no longer need to travel to distant and dangerous countries to observe such rapacious inequality."
—NICHOLAS D. KRISTOF, The New York Times, Published: November 6, 2010
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/11/07/opinion/07kristof.htm
"Man has, as it were, become a kind of prosthetic God."
—Sigmund Freud, Civilization and Its Discontents
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Monday, November 08, 2010
Social Pyramid [Today's News Poem, November 8, 2010]
Labels:
anti-news,
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Khakjaan Wessington,
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November 8 2010,
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Social Pyramid
Thank You! Drive Thru! [#twitterfoundpoem, November 8, 2010]
Thank You! Drive Thru! [#twitterfoundpoem, November 8, 2010]
Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem
I've seen trouble at the drive thru, all my days.
I had to adapt, But the truth is,
half the work we do will never have a purpose
in life. Excuse me.
"welcome to your life,
may I take your order?"
Poor little guy, he was born old
and of constant sorrow.
Everything is possible yet has No purpose.
yeh life is hard n all its complications n conflicts
at the drive thru window.
"Excuse me, sir, sir, excuse me...
excuses, excuses...
excuse me, sir, sir...motherfucker"
Gotcha - I just try to adapt
to all These days in my life.
I've seen trouble.
I was born and raised on trouble.
My November is just like October
is just like all my days in my life.
Okay, thank you!
drive thru!
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Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem
I've seen trouble at the drive thru, all my days.
I had to adapt, But the truth is,
half the work we do will never have a purpose
in life. Excuse me.
"welcome to your life,
may I take your order?"
Poor little guy, he was born old
and of constant sorrow.
Everything is possible yet has No purpose.
yeh life is hard n all its complications n conflicts
at the drive thru window.
"Excuse me, sir, sir, excuse me...
excuses, excuses...
excuse me, sir, sir...motherfucker"
Gotcha - I just try to adapt
to all These days in my life.
I've seen trouble.
I was born and raised on trouble.
My November is just like October
is just like all my days in my life.
Okay, thank you!
drive thru!
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