HAPY HOLIDAYS

HAPPY HOLIDAYS

It’s the holidays, O it’s the holidays,
government mischief never laid to rest,
the pols retired in their nests–
meet their relatives and their guests,
plot how to conquer and how to best–
their enemies and their competitors–

even as they laugh and jest,
that peace on Earth is all they crave,
that the Baby Jesus is their friend–

collecting money as they go,
from the rich whose glad favors
are vital to their survival–
the pols retired in their nests,
are busy planning years ahead
how to shore their sinecures,
how to get the votes on board
with varnished lies and promises–

folks gathered by their Christmas trees,
unwrapping presents with shouts of glee,
tripping over their flat panels,
Santa Claus somewhere about,

Christmas cookies in their mouths,
counting out their bounties wrong–
singing, “I’ll return them” songs!”
little do they realize

that Christmas is a pol’s best friend,

a time of headless rushing around,
a time of fleeting joy to grasp
and squeeze until completely dry,
a time of gathered merchandise
left to rot in closets deep–
where if a person walked in and died–
he too would become merchandise–
in rigor mortis he would lie–
returned to sender without a fuss,

such is the Christmas drowsiness–
fed on turkey tryptophan,
the pols will tell us all is well,
that the tanked economy–
found its feet–
at Christmas it was Incredible Hulk,

Amazon will pirouette
around its fleet of drones and crow,
that what you want they’ll sense and know
and get it to your very door–
upon a humming thrumming drone,
before you think your Christmas thoughts–
be it Roquefort cheese or goose pate,
silk curtains for your French windows,
in fifty, nifty shades of gray,
or royal purple or verdant green,
Amazon will get it quick,
close your eyes and simply wish–

Such is the joy of Christmas time,
when the cats are away–
and the mice they play–
fed on turkey tryptophan–
drowsiness–it wins the day–
to be vigilant 24 hours a day–
to be mindful of those who make the rules
the same rules they mash and pulverize–
(one rule for Johnny, Lucy and Pat,
another for the pols strutting in their hats–
that is the glorious American way)
is worthless during the holidays…

So raise your glasses to these holidays,
and feel no guilt that you’ve been screwed
by callous asses you’ve been Scrooged–
by your boss, your spouse,
your child gone wild,
your congressman and your President–
spending what belongs to you–
like sailors drunk on shopping sprees–
throwing what they collect from you–
they preach high love and charity,
they advice you prudence and austerity,
they say the trend is simplicity–
pare down and borrow not they say
save for that gloomy rainy day-
when you’ll have no safety net to tread–
when you’ll have no social security,
privatized it will be gone–
eaten by the ilk of AIG–

But what about the economy?
What about Kindle, I-Pad and Nook
or designer kettles in the malls
or jeans with logos on their cheeks–
or the Mizrahi high brow brand

selling for a song and dance,
in the corner retail store?
If you hide at home and save,
if you rebut Scrooge with Scrooge,
the Incredible Hulk will fall–
deflate and keel on jelly feet–

Buy you must–and buy you must not–
eni mini miny mo–
that’s the contradiction bro,
of living in these Americas–
it takes a toll–
the flashing lights,
the throbbing orbs,
the interlopers calling out,
“Come hither need or need it not”
and then there are the venal pols..

“Save me!”, if I hear you cry,
I will commiserate with you,
I will not only sympathize,
I will wipe your tears and cluck,
with a grin upon my face,
“HAPPY HAPPY HOLIDAYS!”