How to Take a Conservative Population with You in Progressive Change

Eating orchids,
there we are,
and sittin’ on moonbeams,
I am a conservative population.
Ride ‘em out this-a-way:
practice silence;
practice not letting them get the best of you;
practice understanding,
and of course you’re conservative.
The world is strong, ain’t it?
Rise up and be counted when your vote’s to be counted,
and do a lot of that.
Don’t argue with trees.
Don’t just use your own bull.
See the larger picture in everybody.

Now you want social change?
Well let’s just take a baseball bat
and conservative them to death.
Okay how not to change the world.
Shove it up their ass.
Wave your flag all over the place.
Slap them for it.
Tease them and tease them and tease them.
Be stupid.
Don’t have patience with anybody.
Call yourself a woke person and them not.
Take their children and educate them your opinion.
Announce it on the news
everybody must adopt policy.

Are you runnin’ for reelection?
Don’t put people down.
Let your human rights win
by so much suffering seen
tellin’ the stories that change the times.
You like to whip kids?
Double down on that
explainin’ what it means to be whipped
by the confusion that child felt whipped too
his father was beating him,
his mother too.
Don’t show them Nazis show them children in their underwear.

And what was the issue that broke a nation?
It wasn’t readin’ story time to kids
in drag row,
but let’s offend a nation so we can be seen.
What was the hot tiger?
We do away with gender roles now,
understanding the underpinnings of society
just crisscross and change down people’s throats.
We are divided in sexes
you and me,
and that’s the pumpkin we wear.
Less value on them pumpkins.
We need to change society
so we can be men and women too.

Who understands me?
Get rid of that pumpkin.
We stand at the threshold of evolution
I am a man I am a woman
in one machine,
and my God that takes a long time.
I mean we can loosen up now
the sex roles.
You know the story about it?
I mean even Nazis will identify with it.
Can you get at that spirit in the machine?
It’s town hall.
Now let’s double down on them sex roles
educatin’ a public kindly.

What’s next on our flag?
We need to kill people
when they offend us.
I been waitin’ a long time,
and I got ‘im yesterday,
the son of a bitch.
I think we all do it,
wearin’ some fantasy get even.
Look at Trump.
Oh shit I broke my own rules.

I’m not in the play yard.
I’m where we hold meaning for each other.
It’s a national pastime bein’ offended,
Annie get your gun.
We break together on this,
break apart in two.
It’s the standard wear.
It’s the plays of the crowd.

Where is our anthem now?
Oh say can you see [sing line]
a people better on Earth
than the average kind,
the real givers of society,
whose dynamics
brighten Earth’s future?
I’m not callin’ names.
I’m asking you to be bigger people
on the Earth,
and yeah I’ll join hands too.
You got that right.
Now sing along:
my country tis of thee [sing line]
I’m a better person.
I get bigger at bein’ human,
truly free,
sincerely free.

The discipline is there
in the conservative run of the road.
It’s not easy to reach them,
but they’re great adapters
when they’re on strike,
when they’ve had enough of whatever regime they listen to.
Let me tell yah somethin’.
It’s on and at the gates
history repeats itself,
and a dictator,
he’s gonna show who he is.
It didn’t happen.
We felt sorry for him.
Five times I put air in my eyes.
She’s so dirty,
I mean in armpits.

What in the hell did I do with my knife?
He will get called on his bluff.
Don’t worry about it.
Did that boy call?
This is not normal.
This is like on steroids
flutter a nation away.
Who just heard that?
The whole Democratic party.
When conservatives do we’re in business,
tap, tap, tap, tap,
and the role of his dictator will be taken away.
I don’t think so.
How did you get in my poem Gone With the Wind?
Conservative,
wow like I put you down for science
when the roles are clear.

Meet me halfway will yah?
You’re like makin' boxes I know that one.
We need to give this guy some seabiscuits.
Anyway I’m in an armchair
just rollin’ out the dice.
I can’t promise you my opinion.
Take my hand
and just spit on yours.
It’s the most country in the world
that changes the world with policy.
Spit it on
the hand of the world.
You did it.
He turned the world astray
for a second,
fighting the questionnaire.
Who me?
A conservative finally woke up.

They followed the lantern,
the orchid.
I didn’t tell yah the story.
Let’s look at rich people shall we?
And we caught them unawares.
I mean they been
the tax in the machine.
There’s so many issues
it’s a report.
They’re just doin’ us shoppin’.
They’re the head scapegoat,
a rat.
Oh shit,
put likes
all green,
as if they climbed out of that hole and did it.
Did you help society my dear?
I mean be on steroids
shootin’ money makin’ to the stars.
Get out from under them,
that’s our movie.

Change politicians at reelection.
Are you sayin’ what I think you’re sayin?
You mean no candidates can be rich people?
I don’t know how you grab it by society,
but just get the rich out of office
and any clothes they wear,
and campaign funds are not accepted
from anybody on a campaign
to keep the rich out of them pies.
Learning off the wall,
campaign funds have destroyed
our democracy you and me.
Up and up towards the explosion,
we give each candidate a certain amount and that’s it.

And that’s it.
We’re just talkin.
I’m just localizin’ Nithish in my poem,
everything he asked for
so society don’t cheat ‘im
of a childhood he deserves.
I signal the end
of makin’ it for business.
Make society good for our children see,
and can we have a brand new world?
You have something the willpower heal.
We need more of that.
Well it’s the first time.
We’ve been runnin’ this a long time.
Social change,
let’s get it busy.
Dammit a sinking fuel mankind,
conduct taxi no I didn’t talk to ‘im at all.
Shooting the pile of the pee,
well I just come along try to help yourself
stop this drillin’ machine.

Come on,
the last magnet.
It’s easy.
It’s not easy.
We’re damned to see.
Mowin’ the sand,
and it’s got to be dirty.
We’re human.
We followed the water magnet.
Molten lava.
And of course candidate.
Go back and forth and meditate,
I couldn’t think of anything else.
That’s the wrong station.
You’re not on top of Old Smokey.
At the gates
makin’ better children makin’ better society.
Damn, let’s take society by the horns will yah?
That’s the shotgun.
You got your air paws.
You don’t forget that.
Luxurious huh?
There we are
an internet used for social change.
Boxes they’re not always squeeze you tight.
Cash in delivery.
Now social change.
Now do what I do.
Jump and sort of fly into midair. [sing this and above line]
Fear is the meanest mind killer.
Open a can of whip ass.
Hey,
there you go.
It’s the wrong time
to be mean and insulting and rude.
We’re at the movie,
and the roles are clear.

Thought About Rainbows

Image from Plate 14 of William Blake’s Jerusalem, 1804–1820 (public domain)
I hate the shoot up of this wad.
If I use sexual imagery you’re bound to buy me.
We are not at our survival,
and there’s not a bear chasing us.
You’re in your kitchen
or master room,
hanging on every word
to get clear reasons to put me in jail
or finally prove I’m wrong
you public think.

Let’s unload this on the public floor.
I don’t know what it is either.
I’m hearing things write down,
a used garbage pail
to most of you cats.
Chop me to pieces will yah?
I’m on Earth today
getting pretty desperate
election time
on that world bar America.
Trump just got elected,
and I’m sorry folks he’s dead.
The vehicle would shoot everybody.
We can’t have him in office,
understand?

What’s gonna happen?
You can’t get America right again.
The Right will take over,
and all the policies that will police yah,
and religion will have a field day
brewin’ public opinion
Christianity stalks.
We can’t even stop it
only aware of our own agenda,
not necessarily nice.
The world will change.
American mean in it.
To grow up in the new country,
to grow up in the United States,
you will see foreigners as twisted sisters
come here and buy all of yah.

What’s the inner being like?
It’s your pick this evening,
to bring that nightmare further:
oh my God America’s change.
It will really throw rights out the window.
You can’t play anymore
puddin’ and spice.
Get fuckin’ outta here!
Who knows
how many crossword puzzles
paid for breakfast,
and they weren’t even supposed to be admitted in the news.
I’ve been here my whole life,
and I study reality.
Never mind,
they were makin’
I need paper towels,
but this won’t happen:
nobody mops up the spilled blood.
They talk about more than fuck out.

I thought maybe you’d
grab a horn
and keep America from gettin’ in office
where Trump runs it.
It’s dire emergency.
Get with the lesson plan:
we need a new world,
the divine human being
getting ready on our tops,
not the Bible said today,
a religion in office.

Spider monkeys,
somebody’s
gonna have to put lead in their bullets,
and do more than just chime,
and vote them suckers down
far out of thirty minutes,
like a rollin’ pin.
You need elections,
this election,
beat her up,
go out there and get milk,
from the Statue of Liberty.
That’s not all she wrote.

My own show,
it is very opening. (vision with the line of scrolling down my blog Harm's End, but the only image showing was one which illustrates a post, a photo of a Black man of about a 100 years ago holding a guitar, obviously an expert on it. The post is about my past life as a Black guitar player who was killed by the KKK, burned alive, for playing in White joints. The vision ended there and the scrolling down)
Poetry as a means to communicate words of action
is nobody’s pick me up.

They suck.
They tell the truth.
I’m out of fields today,
and I don’t know what more expression I can write,
hallelujah, amen.
Keep Trump out of office.

I’m actually a century before.
I don’t know what they had in mind,
the colony
who populates divine word.
Give ‘em an hallucinogen,
the reader I can’t see.
It heightens everything,
even Auroville,
but no I didn’t take one today,
or since I became better at knocking on wood,
years ago.
I can’t stomach your audience.
Is that Auroville?
No I speak to America from,
doggy style.
Don’t get Trump in office.

Is this the Hallelujah Trail?
No it’s not it’s language.
I eat camera’s all the time,
the one I told you about yesterday in your own cabin.
In the history of Trump
I stop wanderin’ around.
These are the votes.
I’m the vote
that let’s you know divine will
in the matter.
Compared to our official engagement,
even Saturday Night Live can’t keep up.
This hole in the ground,
this hole in the wall,
has consequences
I’m gettin’ away.
Grandiose title, ain’t it,
Thought About Rainbows?
Try on Earth some more.
You deserve them.