Senators Bonnie and Clyde—
1% soldiers of fortune…
This is a stickup—quick—break yourselves!!
We’re armed with F-16s and submarines and mean
Business!! Drop the childcare, healthcare, housing, paid
leave, climate action in my Exxon bag and nobody gets hurt!
Yo, bitch, drop the brains of Benton Harbor’s babies in
lead piped water— c’mon, hurry up!! Drop childcare
and low prescription prices in my Big Pharma bag! Move it!!
Hey, Rastus, gimme that goddamn Metro card—A Train seats
are no place for nightly sleep! You think this is a nanny state?!
Yo, Shine, gimme the cash you got stashed beneath your cardboard
mattress in that filthy human wrecking yard beneath the
freeway on MLK Way… Hurry up, drop it in my Exxon bag, now!!
Gimme that gold in your teeth, Aunt Jemima—this ain’t
No entitlement state—there’ll be no
Taxing Wall Street to fix your teeth—as long as me and
Clyde ride at the side of the 1%!!
Drop the glasses, Sambo—or I’ll blow your fuckin’ head off!!
Hey, fuzz face, drop the free education in the tax shelter over
there with the paid leave and food stamps—hurry up—move it!!
Bonnie, pistol-whip the ol’ fool over there babbling ‘bout
‘our democracy—’ And body slam the one blinded by class
fragments in her eyes;
Pimp slap, kick to the curb the naive one by the door who
keeps pleading, whining, calling, texting, writing us letters!!
Clyde, you know talking heads are our money launderers—ride-or-die
Accessories… Dontcha jus’ love their hand-wringing, feigning shock;
psychologizing—Normalizing our cold-blooded corporate crimes?
Dontcha jus’ love the way they glamorize our gangsterism and make
us superstar villains! Ain’t capitalism great? Call me Big Pharma Bonnie!
Call me Exxon Clyde! Me, a nobody, Schmo Munchkin…small-time hood from
the Mountain State… Look at me now: over the last 10 years I’ve bagged over $9
Trillion for The 5 Families: Army, Navy, Air Force, Marine Corps, Coast Guard…
And I’m blessed at this stage of my career to be workin’ with the best wheelman
in the business—the best getaway driver on Capitalist Hill… No one knows side
streets, short-cuts, back alleys better than ol’ “Build Back Better” Biden…
© 2021. Raymond Nat Turner, The Town Crier. All Rights Reserved.
Former forklift driver/warehouse worker/janitor, Raymond Nat Turner is a NYC poet; BAR's Poet-in-Residence; and founder/co-leader of the jazz-poetry ensemble UpSurge!NYC. You can Vote for his work at: