A new nursery rhyme

This song can be used to help children learn about neo-liberal economics.  You will need a cake (cut into thirds), a farmer, a banker, an oilman, dice, and lots of hungry children!

 

The farmer wants a slice

The farmer wants a slice

We’re gambling with the economy

We’ll give him a slice in a trice.

 

The banker wants a slice

The banker wants a slice

We’re gambling with the economy

We’ll give him a slice in a trice.

 

The oilman wants a slice

The oilman wants a slice

We’re gambling with the economy

We’ll give him a slice in a trice.

 

The children want a slice

The children want a slice

But they’ve gone and gambled it all away

So we’ll give them a roll of the dice.

 

 

Hard Cs

Power always begins
With a strategist – who keeps

Wealth in the hand
That feeds him – heaps –

In his high chair. Pausing only
To throw scraps at the dogs –

He plays, and tinkers, shits,
And smiles and receives

Accolades that trigger
Public reaction – he farts.

The man is receiving a medal
On the other side – for services

Rendered, for keeping up with
The boys in their carts

Vast chunks of public loot
Adorns the walls, his best suit.

Meanwhile someone else
Is trying to live on credit

Having bought some food
And a few gifts for the baby.

Wondering if they’ll effing freeze,
Dry January means having nothing at all.

Media Malice

how silently they cast their lies–

the deadly bait awaits

the unsuspecting little bites

nibbling at their fates.

how carefully they set their sights –

finger poised to shoot

just above the little calf

its mother rendered mute.

how joyfully they come and go

all smiles and platitudes

they punctuate their carefree lives

with deadly interludes.

stand strong

Now close the door

Stand strong

Don’t give in

To their chants and songs

Noisy excessive din

Be bold

Take control

You have a job to do

You won’t be moved

By their weakness

No surrender

Stand tall

Give your all

Heed not

Their cries and pleas

Contagious disease

Look at them

Pathetic

We are united you and me

Together

We will make history

Change history

Listen to me

Their silly fears

Will pass

With them

They’ll forget

What you did

Their children will never guess

So don’t give in

You have a job to do

Besides they are breaking the rules

I’ve just written

The fools.