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  Robert Byers  
   
 
     
     

Katrina

('All the unattractive stuff has been blown away')
                                                                                       Praise the Lord!
our prayers are with you
the canned goods and bibles are on the way
you're America's challenge
your president cares
CBS cares
the Free Market cares
the Fortune 500 care
the viagra vultures with bunker-buster brains care
the frothing armies on the tip of Hitler's penis care
the Hallelujahs from the pussy of Chucke Cheese care
carecarecarecarecare…
forget the succotash of shit in your dead heart underwear
forget your bloated garbage bin of oral rictus
forget the fetid curlicues in your eyeball of death rattle delirium
The Light Shines In Darkness
the stars are answering the phones
help is on the way
stretch limos will save you in style
forget the M-16's
forget the Baghdad bullying
the touchy-feely plasticuffs
the spit bark of mobile ovens
every life is precious
your call is important to us
this is America the Beautiful
America the Powerful
America the Great Rescuer
forget the parade float of nursing home cadavers
that surf of fright wigs
forget the kick-ass! directive to our Blackshirts in blue
disregard it
and hang in there
life and hope will return
Meals-Ready-To-Eat are pending
maybe tuesday
maybe wednesday
maybe thursday…friday

'My grandmother is dying…
                 we need water…
                               these kids need water…'

'BITCH GET BACK!'

we are tied together in this life
the despair of any touches us all
forget the up-armored Humvee in your Little Somalia
forget the Pinochet décor of your Superdome oasis
and sit tight
Blackwater mercenaries will comfort you
with the Force 5 rage of zero tolerance
with the Relief Effort service of shoot to kill
for you good folks
we're locked and loaded
battle-tested
we've come from operations abroad
we're doing a heckuva job
forget the temporary disturbance of infant starvation
and smile
you may be hugged at our next photo-op
or dumped into the slums of Detroit
this isn't Cuba
this is America the Beautiful
America the Powerful
America the Supreme Rescuer
just hold on
but remember

there's a silver lining to high body counts

when the bodies are scummy
when the bodies are worthless
when the bodies live in public housing
when the bodies go to public schools
when the bodies are restless
when the bodies whine for civil rights
when the bodies demand a decent wage
when the bodies are revolution ripe

and when the rich need living space

God knows this
and so do we
                             so take it easy
                                                       help is on the way
                                                         (don't hold your breath)

     
     
     
 
   
     
 
 
       
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