The Stephen Miller Bans

Gollum awaits

The Stephen Miller Bans

Once he looked like all of us,
But now?

He won’t let go of his Precious.
And it’s changing him.
Changing US.

Is he just a state of the art special effect that looks so real?
And if so, 
who does motion capture for this balding homunculus?

Straight out of central casting!

What happened Stephen?
Did somebody not give you a birthday present?  


Maybe the rage comes from being a closet incel

Just because you yell doesn’t make it true.

Surah An-Nās 

Says, “I seek refuge in the Lord of mankind, 

The Sovereign of mankind, 

The God of mankind, 

From the evil of the retreating whisperer, 

who whispers evil into the breasts of mankind, 

from among the jinn and mankind.”

Nobody calls him the space cowboy
Nobody calls him the gangster of love
But some people call him Gollum
For what he clutches 
and just won’t let go of

His boss: Orange Sauron 
Builder of oil pipelines,

Advocate of both “clean coal” 
and Patron Saint of Black Lung 

Denude the National Parks of their trees 
Pardon Domestic White terrorists 
and point Steve Miller at defenseless living beings

The One king to rule them all,
With One party to bind them,
One cage to imprison them all,
And on the border find them.

His eye is upon us.

His Republican Wraith riders of immigration 
hovering over Home Depots and restaurant kitchens
Menacing sanctuary cities 
And churches that give asylum and refuge

If ad hominem is Latin for personal attack
What is Latin for an attack on people in need of honest work
And a social safety net?

Surah Al-Falaq

Says, “I seek refuge in the Lord of daybreak

From the evil of that which He created

And from the evil of darkness when it settles

And from the evil of the blowers in knots

And from the evil of an envier when he envies.”

If the Grand Canyon were the crack of Mount Doom
And America were a ring on my finger,
Could I let Orange Sauron’s twisted minion bite my finger off
To save America’s soul?

Red, White, and Blue

Could I fly like a Spirit let The Eagle carry me?
Feed the children who don’t have enough to eat?
Shoe the children with no shoes on their feet?
House the people living in the street?
Curtail greenhouse gas pollution? 


Would I be overcome by Wraith riders on flying gerrymanders,
Does my vote count even once?
Why is the popular vote and the Electoral College decision a paradox?

Icy blades of voter suppression, 
conservative court nominations,
Orange Man running for reelection
And agenda domination
And the freedom to reproduce applying only to chaos

Will America’s old wounds ever heal?

Roads go ever ever on
Candidates from both parties
Using immigrants as pawns
To find a single nominee.

At the age of thirty-three
Setting America on fire
Lacking personality
Steven Miller you have my ire.

Agitation instead of integration 
Attempting to stem the surge of the global Brown Tsunami  

 Surah Al Ihklās:

Says, “He is Allah,


Allah, the Eternal Refuge.

He neither begets nor is born,

Nor is there to Him any equivalent.

News cycle 24/7 365

Facebook status complicated

Can we get our Gollum to fall into the crack of Mount Doom
But first make him let go of his Precious?

‘Cause this time we need to save The Ring
The onus of an epic task 
On the least and the smallest among us.

As time keeps on slipping, slipping, slipping into the future.

(Image Credit: Wikipedia)

Don’t Bogart this country!

Don’t Bogart this country!

No more room in the inn?

Conservative Christians know just what Jesus would do,

They just ain’t doin’ it. 

I mean: they just ain’t doin’
What was done for Jesus.

Dorothy Day, and Father Daniel Berrigan we miss you. 
We miss you and so many others.

If I had a hammer.

These angry old men wearing red hats,

and taking blue pills,

 are melting down ploughshares and turning them into guns again.

And they say America is full — there is no more room.

Well — I’ve been to the Dakotas and that’s just bullshit!

Maybe we’ll find room when we can’t get our avocado toast, triple latte, and strawberries.

Ahh, but the strawberries! That’s – that’s when we’ll care.

Persnickety keto and vegan diets will make us care.

Rising price of coffee will make us care.

Lack of avocado will make us care.

Or, we can ask the American in Tampico wearing a white suit:

Say, mister. Will you stake a fellow American to a meal?
Can you help an American down on his luck?

And he says:
Not a South American
Not a Central American
Not an American from Puerto Rico—but I’ll throw them some paper towels
And definitely not an American from Guam — but, they are great for medical experimentation. 

American wannabes. 

America is full.

I mean look: 

When I say “mare nostrum” I mean it’s mare nostrum to over fish or to pollute.

We don’t want to actually feed anybody.

He says all this while pretending to read the poem on the Statue of Liberty,

When actually he’s just peeking up her robes looking for something to grab.

But it’s too high up; and, he’s so lowdown.

Oh, play it again Uncle Sam!

You know what I want to hear,
You played it for her, you can play it for me!
If she can stand it, I can!
Play it!

Sing the third verse, too:

“No refuge could save the hireling and slave
from the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave.
And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave
o’er the land of the free and the home of the brave.”

And, offer these Three gifts 

to newborn princesses and princes of peace,

And their queen mothers asking for mercy,

Razor wire, tear gas, and burns.

Armored troops on the boarder attacking children,

Now where did I hear this before?

Stories of insecure kings trying to separate children from their mothers and kill saviors in their cribs.

So many people floating down rivers in reed boats trying to escape,

Where is the merciful Queen who will take them all in and offer them nobility, healthful environment, and education?

And would it be too much to ask for funding for Women Studies Programs, Planned Parenthood, and affordable health care as long as were dreaming here in this nightmare together?

Rise, Dreamers, rise.

And, like Moses, free yourselves and your people. Help them to find their place in this land of promise.

 Resist all of the Charlton Hestons with guns and MAGA hats. 

Some superheroes don’t wear masks, capes, armor, or costumes. 

Some heroes wear hijabs, or used to work in bars for a minimum wage and tips — the true Marvels in D.C.

Brown skinned Saviors, teach us all how to dream again. Help us to hear our own beating hearts 

and the grasshopper at our feet.

This nation of actors:

Acting White House Thief of Staff: Mick Mulvaney,

Acting Ambassador to the Divided Nations: Jonathan Cohen,

Acting Inferior Secretary: David Bernhardt,

Acting Offense Secretary: Patrick Shanahan,

Acting Homeland Insecurity Secretary: Kevin McAleenan,

And, they all have badges,

they all have stinking badges,

They can actually show you their stinking badges!

They just don’t have job security. 

But, some of them have very dubiously obtained security clearances.

To ousted Homeland Security Secretary Kirstjen Nielsen we ask:

 is it true blondes have more fun?

Asked and answered!

All while Dolt 45, the director of this political theater 

is acting like Captain Queeg from The Caine Mutiny

But what America needs is Rick from Casablanca.

What America actually has is Agent Orange walking arm in arm down a runway at Reagan National Airport with Stephen Miller, 

The beginning of a very decisive friendship.

(Photo Credit: NPR / The Kobal Collection)

Neoliberals: stop co-opting our symbols!

Neoliberals: stop co-opting our symbols! 

Next thing you know they will be emulating the Last Poets, the progenitors of Gil Scott Heron. 

The Revolution Will Not Be Broadcast on Social Media; and, will not be represented by yellow stars on the arms of antivaxxers

The revolution will not have very fine people on both sides.

The revolution will not be delivered by Amazon Smile 24 hours later; and, it will not be a part of your monthly cyclic preorder.

The revolution will not be fought on a flat earth; by neonazis with flat tops; while the flat tax is lower on people who own most of America; who came to Washington not to drain the swamp but to infest it.

The revolution will not be broadcast on social media; or underwritten by Sackler family opiate money — because why shake your head when it’s easier to just nod.

The revolution will not be broadcast on social media.

This Is Us, Veep, and Game of Thrones will no longer be so goddamn relevant when the Walking Dead fill the streets covered with mutated childhood diseases Jonas Salk can’t even begin to cure.

The revolution will not be broadcast on social media.

The revolution will not be broadcast 

will not be broadcast 

will not be broadcast 

The revolution might not even happen at all.

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