Barry No
School boy infatuation
Lost over a Richard M. Nixon rubber mask
Stretching the prominent nose
Flabbergasted at the elastic recoil upon release
A metaphor on life
Norma called
In a round about diplomacy she declared
Our comrade Barry is dead
He’s better off was the diagnosis
WTF?
Was Kissinger correct in his fascist arrogance?
Masturbating in lustful ego and influence
Time Magazine stained in the White House bathroom
Tricky Dick and Sticky Dick
Here’s a suggestion in memory of our dearly love departed
Herd together the entire collection of despots
And their spineless cohorts whispering sweet nothings of
vile
No true warrior celebrates glory in death
Unless their humanity has been X’d
Like John Chivington and his cousin in killing Custard
Take a group Polaroid
After it is fully developed in techno color
Strike a match and set it ablaze
Just cause you can
Use claws of justice to shred the smug mocking mask
Of the sinister superior Nietzsche charged super man
Observe a tormented toddler
Wounded beyond point of view
Never to comprehend
The most precious words
I love you
Like Barry would pronounce
But no longer
He is fading fast into forgetfulness
Unless in irony in future days of radiant glory
Inquiring minds come across this pome
English a vanquished dead language
And all the proponents of genocide meager ashes
The darkening of the face of humanity washed clean
As we pronounce bold words in caution
We walked the winding way once before
Of whom Barry was one
Demand in meekness
No more
May all wars cease
Then Barry
You may rest in peace
One you participated to create
Where Love rules over hate
