poetic rants

Poetic Rants

By

The Cosmos

Following were published in Poetry 24

Monday July 31. 2018

Driving to the End of the World

Driving to the end of the world

The end times approach

Driving through the smoke filled air

North of Mt Shasta

Heart of bigfoot country

End of the world images

Fill my head with dismal

end of the world visions

the apocalypse is upon us

The wicked evil as hell

blood red sun

Leers at me with an evil grin

Screaming at me

What fools these mortals be

Global climate change

Is as real as the smoky fires

That Burn and burn and burn

As our leaders turn turn turn away

They Can't handle the truth

They will sacrifice all life on earth

So the oil and coal barons

The so called masters of the universe

Can make their obscene profits

Sending the rest of us to hell

Tuesday, 2 January 2018

Merry Christmas from your friends at AT&T

Sometimes I wonder

About the morality of the corporate giants

That rule our world

On the day before Christmas

AT and T received a huge Christmas gift

From the President of the United States

The biggest tax cut in U.S. History

And the President proclaimed

That it would unleash jobs jobs jobs

Apparently, ATT never got the memo

And they announced thousands of layoffs

The day before Christmas

A true PR nightmare

That could have been avoided

They could have waited two weeks

And announced their restructuring plan

After the New Years

But no they decided to show the world

Their true colors

Heartless soulless monsters

Who don't give a damn

About their workers, their customers

Or their employees

And certainly are not Christians

Though I am sure that they think

They are doing what Jesus would

All they care about

Is feathering their own pockets

Is it any wonder

That Americans hate the big corporations

That rule us like ancient emperors?

And will they fade away

Into the dustbin of history

One can only pray

For such a Christmas miracle

Jake Aller

AT&T ANNOUNCES THOUSANDS OF LAYOFFS, FIRINGS JUST IN TIME FOR CHRISTMAS

John ("Jake") Cosmos Aller is a novelist, poet and former Foreign Service officer. He served 27 years with the U.S. State Department, in ten countries. An aspiring novelist for several years, he has completed four novels, and has published his poetry and fiction in over 25 literary journals. Jake grew up in Berkeley, California.

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Labels: AT&T, Jake Aller, Lay-offs

Friday, 10 November 2017

It's a Gun Situation, Mr President

Mr. President

You are wrong once again.

You said that the tragic events in Texas

And Las Vegas were not "gun situations"

But rather, were mental health problems

And that in Texas if there had been gun controls

Perhaps fewer people would have died

Mr. President

I know you a smart man,

The smartest man in the world

According to you

So please contemplate this fact:

According to the latest findings,

It is a gun situation

In fact, the reason the U.S.

Has so many gun deaths

Is because we have so many guns,

45% of the worlds guns in fact

And 33 percent of the world's shooters

Are Americans killing other Americans

And most of them, the majority of them,

Are White People killing other people

Not murdering terrorists.

Most are in fact,
Out-of-control citizens.

So Mr. President

When will you come to your senses

And do what 90 percent of the public wants,

Enact nation wide effective gun controls?

And tell the NRA

they can take their blood money elsewhere

When, Mr. President

When will you act

When will you take charge

And become a President of the people

Instead of the President of the NRA?

Jake Aller

What Explains U.S. Mass Shootings? International Comparisons Suggest an Answer

John ("Jake") Cosmos Aller is a novelist, poet and former Foreign Service officer. He served 27 years with the U.S. State Department, in ten countries. An aspiring novelist for several years, he has completed four novels, and has published his poetry and fiction in over 25 literary journals. Jake grew up in Berkeley, California.

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Labels: Donald Trump, Jake Aller, NRA, US Gun Law

Thursday, 12 October 2017

When will this Madness end?

Yet again we turn on the TV

And witness horrible scenes

Of unparalleled violence, hatred, and despair

An old man consumed by his own demons

Opens fire from a hotel room

Killing 58 people injuring hundreds

In Las Vegas, Sin City

And the cry goes out throughout the land

Why yet again this tragedy?

The usual suspects are rounded up

It's the culture, stupid, cry the conservative voices

Guns are the price of our freedom

Guns Don't Kill People

The only solution is more guns for everyone

The only solution for a bad guy with a gun

Is a good guy with a gun

An armed society is a polite society

No, it's the guns, cry the liberal pundits

We must confiscate the guns

Ban Assault weapons

And join the rest of the world

Where such carnage does not occur

And we sit around and argue

Knowing that there will be a next time

And another time and time and time again

Until the end of time

What is the sickness in our souls

That allows for this hatred to fester so

Deep within the minds of our killers

Nothing will change

Until we confront the evil

That lurks deep within each of us

There will be another Las Vegas

Soon enough

Jake Aller

Families across 14 states unite in grief after Las Vegas shooting

John ("Jake") Cosmos Aller is a novelist, poet and former Foreign Service officer. He served 27 years with the U.S. State Department, in ten countries. An aspiring novelist for several years, he has completed four novels, and has published his poetry and fiction in over 25 literary journals. Jake grew up in Berkeley, California.

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Saturday, 7 October 2017

Donald Trump, Our Great Compassionate Dear Leader

As an elderly man falls

In front of him

During a charity dinner event

Hitting his head bleeding out

Quote the MAGA Donald Trump our future dear leader

"It is disgusting. I mean the guy was bleeding

all over the nice marble floor"

Donald Trump the self-proclaimed

saviour of the nation

Could not be bothered to lift a finger

"Thank God for the marines who took out the garbage

But they left a mess on the nice marble floor

And ruined their nice uniforms"

and disrupted a fine dinner

Did he call the grieving family the next day

Of course not

Quote the Great Leader, the Donald

"I forgot to call." That is not his thing at all

And still, I wonder

How such a disgusting excuse

For a human being became

The leader of the greatest nation

On earth

And what it means for the future

Is it proof that we are doomed

That America is in the final stage

Of terminal decline?

Or will Americans take

out the garbage

From the white house?

Jake Aller

The Time Donald Trump Turned Away in Disgust While a Man Was Bleeding to Death in Front of Him

John ("Jake") Cosmos Aller is a novelist, poet and former Foreign Service officer. He served 27 years with the U.S. State Department, in ten countries. An aspiring novelist for several years, he has completed four novels, and has published his poetry and fiction in over 25 literary journals. Jake grew up in Berkeley, California.

Fake Calls by John ("Jake") Cosmos Aller

Every day I get woken up

As the sun comes up

By my phone ringing

With a fake call

It seems that the only people

Who ever bother to call me

Are the fake call people

Who all call me

With fake sincerity

Offering me a great deal

On this and that scam

I curse at them

Yell at them

Mutter obscenities in foreign tongues

And block their calls

Yet it does not seem to matter

The next call will be

Yet another fake call

Am I doomed to receive

Fake calls until I day I die

I turn on my computer

And read my fake news accounts

And watch TV for the latest fake news

And the politicians lying

And the criminals scheming

To take my money

The Zappa song comes to mind

You will obey me while I lead you

And eat the garbage that I feed you

Until the day that we don't need you

Don't go for help . . . no one will heed you

Your mind is totally controlled

It has been stuffed into my mold

And you will do as you are told

Until the rights to you are sold

That's right, folks . . .

Don't touch that dial

And I scream to the universe

Just leave me alone

Then the phone rings