Artwork © Richard Spisak

 

Tamp’ring wit my ‘Lection

Tamp’ring with my ‘lection
I don’t think that’s good.
Tamp’rin with my ‘lection
Might be mis-Understood.

Folks might think its crazy
Might conclude its lazy
If we ‘loud such mischief
To be “stood!”

Folks might “right out purchase”
Would be a real disserve-US.

EVILS, that might just LURCH US
off the righteous road,
We know is good, we should.

If they could just buy us
Something that
We really rely thus
Via capt-Tall-ISM’s bias,
REALLY MIGHT JUST POISON
ALL THATS GOOD. If they could.

IF INSTEAD OF WARR’n
Any kind of vermin, might just right up buy us, we’re we stood.
Not a shot was fired
But buy’n them deny’d us leadership
That’s any kinda good.
Buy a bunch ads
Convince’n those that’s mad
That black is white
And night is bright, the sleazy sailor
Is a betrayer duncha see?

If such billionaire was hankerin
Or some devious mischevious bankerin
Might decided to purchase up the polls
What is there to stopping, from that goal?
Soon the law’d be poppin
Some driving us dang clear, right off the road, no stoppin.

But buy’n an election
Makes a down-rite bad connection,
Whether from some gill durn, ruling class
Or shite right outta Pooty’s ass
Or from some Sassy Sandy Saudi Prince
With his oil bucks all dripping piss
Would hardly benefit the old U.S.
Such as this, a cheeky sneaky Judas kiss.

And if we’re bought and sold with Chinese or Russian gold
Can we seek correction
Scapin outta some verdant foreign merchants collection.
And keep our legislature free
We’re not some merchantile candy duncha SEE?

To keep our freedom
Safe, from them, might pull the drapes
Requires a sophisticated action
For our freedom, to keep traction
To our better founders satisfaction

We’ve made such progress
Such as it is
To lose it all in gold plated fizz
And put us back in traction
All bamboozled by cash distraction,
Your precious vote
Is a chord, not a note.

Lets Remove the cash from voting
Or else a bag a trash we’re toting
I call it serious, as your noting
Don’t let’m buy your vote’n

Musk’s a villain, and his phantom
Bag of swag’s a joke
And that fool he’s push’n for
Is just out for hidden pooty’s spoor
Don’t let’m force the door
With their wad o cash, d’jour

Our freedom’s not for sale
And put that felonius hood back in jail
Locker up he often said
Cause “lock’m up’s” all in his head
And Vance for Pense, a dead eyed rinse
Neither one is worth a dime, all their coins is just make’n time for crime.
Little more than prop the door
Let me remind
Brother Poe defined you when he offered with his pious the choice
He just said
Nevermore!

 

Richard Spisak began his artistic career as a light artist in the Lumonics Studios of Mel Tanner, a legendary Light Artist. After serving under Jack Horkheimer as a planetarium operator at the Miami Space-Transit Planetarium, he left to begin traveling with Lumist Kenvin Lyman, whose show Dazzleland Studios traveled across America. Richard later worked as a Laserist with LASERIUM and Laser Productions, served as a technical producer for the festival company PACE Concerts, and later as operations Manager and Senior Producer at WWHP and WTCN-TV in Stuart Florida.

Richard writes for Theatre, TV, radio, and the web. He published two short story collections, Two Small Windows, in a Pair of Mirror Doors, and Between the Silences. Followed by his poetry collection 7370 Allen Drive and the recently released STONE POETRY. Richard also produces “POETS of the East,” a televised webcast featuring poets from across the globe.