Very Good Day

 

Very Good Day

 

You’ll remember some spin doctor who said,

today is a very good day,

or was that the Klingons? Bring on your dead

and maybe you’re appalled.

Let’s get anything out we want to bury, quick,

listen up, I’ll tell you a story that’ll make you sick

to your stomach. What d’you say?

Yes, I guess, maybe that’s hyperbole,

still tell me what you think,

draw some water and fill the kitchen sink.

Like, we’re getting complaints, a Mother’s Mob,

rallying against recruitment rhetoric,

when really it’s get ‘em cheap, train ‘em up,

import them on minimum wage or some such,

drag them over here, flaunt the imperfection.

Soon, they mostly develop sickness, infections,

have numerous lead-swinging days,

pocketing what they get for pay

and when the compact’s complete, off and away.

So, we’re up and at it, let it come –

thumbs in dykes, plasters on oozing oil drums,

using foils to feint and parry the thrust,

of A I generated missives that can no longer tolerate

so off to the Ministry for the children’s sake,

but then it came, in liberty’s name.

If you push flabby skin behind your ears,

your double chin disappears,

while - stop the press - in other news received today

that brings the faithful out to pray,

his funeral has now been delayed

for an unspecified amount of time.