The Money Men Are Coming
the good soldier arms around
Death in the jungle,
lords of creation searching the underbrush
for Provo’s Privy—
the Duke left it right about
not as easy as it once was
to find a pot to piss in—
We’ve seen the enemy
and he is US of A—
armed IRS stormtroopers busting
into Jewish Mother restaurant
and scattering matzoh balls along
with gray hair nets and tax records,
groping obscenely in frayed
bra straps for last old lady bankroll:
Mr. Colaprete, you have an opinion;
Mr. Moynihan will listen earnestly—
“I am not an agent of an unjust god,” as
that would be Strom.
Propaganda never felt so good—
every man a rebel,
own unique lifestyle,
sensuous and sensible
cocooned together for the
late 20th century nite—
we’re all entitled to it like democracy;
sex is dead and MLK is dead and Mao
got what he wanted, and now
our revolution is taxes
Pestilence! Dollar sores erupt
on innocent American arms as
burned by Agent Orange!
Doctors grab for larger slice
of hypnotism pie!
The watchful eye divines
pyramidal walls—draw in against the burned victims
of hate: war-freedom mongers, new drug men, coppers and
capos shaking devils in
Here come the tanks
spraying fire into cool bedroom
windows while children sleep
nestled with imaginary firearms
and egregious sugar daddy tax
shelter portfolios piled up
under mattress creaking springs.
Pestilence! Cleansed by fire!
Pestilence! Armed against invasion!
Pestilence! The accountants come
running with torches under the moon!
The money men are coming!
The money men are coming for you!
Jeff Bagato is a multi-media artist living near Washington, DC, Jeff Bagato produces poetry and prose as well as electronic music, and glitch video. Some of his poetry has appeared in Empty Mirror, Futures Trading, Otoliths, H&, Ex-Ex Lit, and Zoomoozophone Review. His published books include Savage Magic (poetry), Cthulhu Limericks (poetry), The Toothpick Fairy (fiction), and Computing Angels (fiction). A blog about his writing and publishing efforts can be found by clicking here…