CORONA MUTANT RAPTURE: Some Dissenting Dissonance

	Who wants to listen to mutant poets
	vomit out their angst?

	Does anyone really want to hear neurotic bards
	brood about festering tumors or birthing pains?

	Hey, why don't we do something better,
	like chant a mystic name over and over
	til all human folly is erased?

	Why not dance as if your dearest were present
	or we were here on earth to love instead of
	mutating into transmongered gargoyles man-
	ifesting an ancient pain?

	Isn't that better than enjoying McDonalds boogers
	err McDonald Douglas fighter jets?

	Yeah, is it not superior to relishing
	brand-new gas-guzzling SUVs
	err holocaust-inducing public debts?

	If want to set this world on fire
	then set fire to your heart

	However, the match must be lit
	by a love of our Creator -
	not by any foolish trumpian claims
	of making Amerika piss again
	or teaching rapture-frenzied fanatics
	about the meaning of art.


Sam:  (shaking his head) Hmm . . . A lot of baggage here!

Kris: Yep, it's more than I want to carry.

Ted:  Parts of this tirade resonate, but overall it seems wobbly and disjointed.

Tim:  (chuckling) Hey, aren't most people's minds basically the same?


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from _AmeriSong: Poetry, Art, & Dialogs about Amerika_ by T Newfields
SUMMARY:   Some angst-filled thoughts about a civilization out-of-balance.
KEYWORDS:  coronavirus verse, COVID-19 poetry, 21st century post-American debility, trumpian imbecility

Author: T Newfields [Nitta Hirou / Huáng Yuèwǔ] (b. 1955)
Begun: 2020 in Yokohama, Japan / Finished: 2020 in Yokohama, Japan
Creative Commons License: Attribution. {{CC-BY-4.0}} Granted

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