by William Skink
While I don’t relish bucking norms, some norms need to be bucked, and one bucking I’m willing to engage in as an artist is bucking the norm of having a conventional target for my art/propaganda.
Since other artists are coming out of the woodwork with new art/propaganda in the grand effort to depose Trump, like Jello Biafra and Pearl Jam, I can’t help but recall a fonder time for American power projection abroad, a time when the benevolent Obama presided over America’s killing machine with articulate grace and boundless optimism.
As a sort of thought experiment, I wondered what a more honest form of poetic propaganda could sound like, and thus created the following poem. Enjoy your Monday!
MEGA MAN when our guy was the butcher the empire, it was great bombs were humanitarians designed to liberate so we liberated Libya and other foreign lands for Saudis and slave traders rewarding loyal hands your guy HATES this freedom and barely bombed Assad because, as we ALL know, he's Putin's PUPPY DOG! OUR guy IS revolution whatever color you choose and creative with the flags if it looks like we might lose so get ready, MAGA November's almost here and like Axl brings the rain we will bring THE FEAR for MEGA is the MOMENT and MEGA is the MAN we'll get our dolts to vote for resetting global plans