So online reader commenting has been taking some lumps lately.
Some love it. Some hate it. Some see little value in it. But I think there’s something there. Literary, perhaps. Poetic, even.
I read through some of the recent comments on this blog and pulled some lines and phrases here and there that spoke to me. Then, I assembled them into a poem, of sorts.
What? It’s Friday.
Is the poem beat, modernist, postmodern, abstract? I do not know. It could be an entirely new form. Maybe someone in Iowa City knows.
So here it is, still untitled. (Punctuation, spelling, etc., are authentic and unchanged.)
Welcome to the United Corporations of America
“Class Warfare” worms wait in hiding for attack
Barack Obama, libs, the Great Society, people who llive in cities, and Kool Aide
dumb and brain dead voters soaking entitlements
Armies of inner city ghetto dumbos
Role out the entitlemen ret carpet
Shouldn’t a welcome sign say, “Welcome”?
it doesn’t take a PHD in economics
It takes some kind of whizz kid
the problem with your soak the rich thinking
even if you confiscated all the rich peoples houses
Maybe some brown houses on the left
If I were opposed to elevator music why would I be in favor of snow?
Generation “X” doesn’t know CRAP
too young to remember, too stupid, politically brainwashed
you don’t care about Truman
He didn’t inhale
the smell seeping into the car’s interior
lackys are a dime a dozen
Dorman you are the slacker!
Congratulations. You’re poets and didn’t even know it.