by Raymond Nat Turner
She flies in 2016 with a fleet of “monkeys spring from the mule.”
Ready for the Wicked Witch of the West?
by Raymond Nat Turner
“We came, we saw—he died…a -ha-ha-ha, a-ha-ha-ha…”
“We came, we saw—he died…a -ha-ha-ha, a-ha-ha-ha…”
“We came, we saw—he died…a -ha-ha-ha, a-ha-ha-ha…”
“We came, we saw—he died…a -ha-ha-ha, a-ha-ha-ha…”
Cackling voice looped from a chamber in Koch Castle—
Scary Godmother, of Albright, Iron Lady lineage readying
Herself for the crown, Wicked Witch of The West, herding
Monkeys, white, black and Mexican, like Magi, Iceberg Slim Alumni ready to fly, ready apply her modus operandi, ready
To lie, ready to cry freeze-dried tears like they did for Iceberg
She needs monkeys concealing gauze history from
Sunlight, she needs monkeys springing from the mule,
Flying in formation terrorizing denizens with images of
Elephant stampede; she needs monkeys trained to rewrite
Her resume, monkeys who can ape prosperity preachers,
Slutty professors and hi-profile personalities on the tube,
Monkey poets, scribblers, scratchers and rappers to pen
Paeans to empire, monkeys to stitch fractured fairytales
With Misinformation, disinformation, half-truths and big lies—
Making Dr Goebbels dick rise ready or not like
An aborted Predator broom takeoff crashing and
Burning, may she, like the Iron Lady, Rust In Piece&hell
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