San Fermín on Wall Street

San Fermín on Wall Street

Mine is a generation in revolution against our precursors

Savage this indulgent troth

Maws bristling whiskers one against one to froth greasy beards

Turkeys and swine slurp and caw.  We ain’t paying for factor farmed dessert.

We proletariat bison resurrect from fallen Sioux arboreal preservationists

In ghost body Gen Exers horned and charging at the water hole

Slurp up my compendium for stock options besotted with the

Lugubrious drunken intake of imbibing the blood of dead working class heroes

Lennon’s specter is strumming and the other is full of formaldehyde

Halliburton war drums deafening pew junkies to vote against their own pockets

Lint tithing over health care, reparations for the upper two percentile

Dare not form a mind for a Sitting Bull to batter this skull awakened

September 28, 2011 transform Wall Street into a San Fermín festival of Pamplona

Barricade the glass doors, the frenzy to choke-hold the ticker is charging in an awakened Taurus statute, Feast on sanity’s delight, aghast like a ten year old discussing Santa Claus

We do not need your 401k plans.  We’ll pay down our own debt.  Who is paying yours?

Midnight horror shows.  Blue coat vampires will go parched. 

Golden corral government pensions will be burned down like Frankenstein laboratories

Public figure worship will be assassinated with silver bullet lycanthropy remedies

Pale-faced mummy zealots will be exposed under used-tissue paper facades

Reckoning, ding-dong, at the portico, greed is more pandemic than AIDS

Our distaste inoculates our blood stream, sodomize the other sheep

Because this contagion ends with Generation X, like a straight edge protagonist

For global first world rehab

I don’t want an estate with the equivalent of slave quarters, a gas guzzler, or a private beach to disperse the natives.  The gutter is rising and we are neither left nor right, but exhausted from having all the shit smeared on the middle of this American asshole.

The bulls on Wall Street have been transfigured into revolutionary sleeper cell combatants.  Homeland Security is provoking class war like a pubescent Texas teenager with a stick over an anthill

Sluice the credit cards, Hoe the garden, Legalize the Farmers, Devour the budget grease, Define pragmatic public safety, Un-spin the lie, Effigy the pop star, Extinction to the pachyderms and asses, Chant a necrology on yacht owners and disability-all-stars faking it for the public dole, Ersatz faiths and level with the working man

A computer and a Chinese counterpart toiling has taken his job and the spoils are in an investment account of someone a thousand times his pay grade.  We have no use for your hands, your feet, or your meager drive through requests.  Adapt or go extinct like the blacksmith chucking horseshoes.  Interrelated fates we are all one roux. 

Listen or come to arms for mutual suicide. 

God save the Greed, we mean it man

There is no future in America’s dreamland

No future, No future for you, No future for me