Latte Liberal, How’d Ya Vote? (Poetry)


By Little Big Pine
November 30, 2016







Latte liberal, how’d ya vote? Stop and hear this poet’s note that rings of things both high and low. In corporate markets lies no justice; self-delusion causes carcass. Come thou hither and sit with me!

How doth Don Slobbering Monitor spitting venom at the world nudge out haut monde’s fair lady fixing to be the first femme incomprise to deep-kiss corporate ass from the White House lawn?

O sweet osculum infame for every corporate jefe, and sweeter still while waterboarding en masse the working-class in the frigid waters of austerity! Let us count the ways:

Cuz she’s the devil you know vs. the devil you don’t. The shipwreck sunk at sea vs. another yet to sail. The wicked fait accompli vs. the evil yet to be.

Cuz the Hill-Billy show from Li’l Rock is the ‘riginal neoliberal wrecking-ball that destroyed the Dem’cratic Party and its working-class base.

Cuz the DNC don’t body-count domestic casualties of the Washington consensus: a necrosed body politic can’t parse out every insult and predict its final doom.

Cuz uncertainty favors the mad dog in the wing over the mudda who’s been killing you for decades.

Cuz white working-class stiffs are a “basket of deplorables” worthy of contempt and black youth are “super-predators” prison-bound till proven innocent.

Cuz the genius who is HRC extolled the TPP on top the disaster that was NAFTA, and never mentioned DAPL.

Cuz Madam Secretary supported the Honduran military coup, midwifing one of the most repressive governments on earth.

Cuz the ‘ssassination of Berta Cáceres [1] proves the Dame’s multicultural feminist persona extends not an inch beyond her own lethal brand of neoliberal politics.

Cuz this Wellesley College warmonger giggled, “We came, we saw, he died,” channeling Caesar after Libya’s head of state was sodomized with a sword.

Cuz the priggish hawk hawked too many wars while pushing for more, pimping its wares, jonesing to be commander-in-chief.

Cuz Empire feels so good that DC libs and cons alike can’t visualize a US prez chased down by Christian Taliban on the National Mall and sodomized à la Muammar.

Cuz foreign entities pouring millions into Clinton Foundation coffers while the coiffed blonde holds high office is a conflict of interest visible from Mars.

Cuz for all her years of public service she was even less authentic than a billionaire casino-owning con artist from NYC. What scintillating skill!

Cuz she sporteth a tongue uniquely forked for public and private discourse. Cuz she stole the primary from Bernie and reaped a basket of comeuppance in the general.

Cuz winner-and-loser, forever together in this catastrophic campaign, could only guarantee to sicken your joy and pleasure your sickness in eternally returning disease without cure.

Cuz this treasonous pol was ever only the consummate gal Friday of corporate power and control, like Berry, Dubya, Bill and Ronnie all the way back to the arch-betrayer of people and Destroyer of Towns – Iroquois towns.

Latte liberal, how’d ya vote? Stop and hear this poet’s note that rings of things both high and low. In corporate markets lies no justice; self-delusion causes carcass. Come thou hither and sit with me!


Endnotes
1. Indigenous leader and world-renown environmental activist brutally gunned down in her own home by death-squad assassins linked to the Honduran government and US foreign policy. Her murder in March 2016 has been one of countless others in a state-sponsored surge of repression and violence since the military coup of 2009.











Little Big Pine: citizen, patriot, poet; may be reached at littlebigpine@gmail.com.