sarah on the cover of another magazine
saying stupid things she really really means
calls herself a grizzly bear and dresses like a queen
why are we so happy
abercrombie model talking fratboy rapist shit
with a head that’s barely bigger than a fucking cherry pit
and a brain stuffed inside it that has lots of room to fit
why are we so happy
it seems that the dumber they come
the wider we grin
it seems that the louder they talk
the bigger the pain
senator ridiculous opens up his mouth
water turns to burning oil and rivers all dry out
they put money in his pocket to buy a little clout
why are we so happy
it seems that the poison we take
keeps us amused
it seems that the poison we make
is never refused
abercrombie model and a frozen lizard queen
always keep us laughing we don’t question what it means
senator ridiculous is riding limousines
why are we so happy
Dark Matter 
September 30th, 2010 at 9:35 pm
Can’t comment on the poem’s devices: too caught up in its meaning. I hope to all hell all those grins are really grimaces. I like to think we laugh and smile at times simply because there’s not much else we feel we can do.
I recall once watching a video where an African man explained that in his village, so much violence had been seen, so much blood had been shed, that upon hearing word of new deaths, rapes, tortures, and the like, the only appropriate response was laughter. To give into despair would have made his people even deader inside than they already felt. I wish I could remember if this was in regards to the Sudan, Congo, an old video pertaining to Rwanda, or some other war-torn nation entirely. I also wish there weren’t so many monstrosities to choose from.
“why are we so happy” indeed. Thank you for this, Tony.
September 30th, 2010 at 11:45 pm
Oh, no need to comment on the “how” of this one, Maggie…it’s what it says it is, a simple punk rock ditty. Even has a guitar part to go with it…
And thanks.