Mad Cow Culture: The Reckoning
Mad Cow has again crawled out of the slime
Ripe with political antics, stinking of crime
Delivered dead by a political wave
Then back-to-life by a fascist rave
Different now, with madness abroad
An intemperate culture with a mendacious lord
The Big Lie has splintered, bloodied the land
Metastasized into fantasy, antic and bland
But a tattered flag to the rabid crowd
Bringing Hitler back, right out loud
Putting Herr Cow in the godhead, heavy load
Pharisees blocking this royal road
Christ in retreat, the beatitudes too
To hell with what happens to that other crew.
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Now the dark Messiah, a shadow cast
Colors the nation, reorders the past
Judges are now kings, princes to boot
Decreeing when to breathe, when to shoot
When a fetus is political whim
When lovers engage in monstrous sin
When churches police the political gate
Ending the separation of church and state
Promoting a pantheon, the Trinity Club
The male gods the center of this hub.
Mary just the carrier of the Jesus child
History and psychology again gone wild.
Medieval mapping, the world is flat
Old men pull wishes out of their hat.
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Mad Cow, the joke, found fertile ground
Some loved the banter, some hands were bound,
Some craved the madness, the nonsense machine
Some to escape from a treacherous routine
Others said money, political hay
Surely the fools would be the first to pay
Still others saw the prospect of Kingdom Come
Killing democracy while having some fun
Change the language, charge the crime
Banish women to a biblical time
People of color joined in their plight
The princes in robes are always right
Same sex lovers an unnatural sin
Mad Cow will silence this cultural din.
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An old man came to town
Dressed to kill in his Apprentice gown
Giving fiery speeches, nonsense talk
Making speeches with sidewalk chalk.
Some heard gospel, some Bible bits
Everyone cashing in unholy chits,
Projection went to the head of the class
Mad Cow got a political pass
And a fan club killing the American way
Who should go, who should stay?
But now this dark burlesque is center stage
America is feeling a generative rage.
Enough of your god anchored in brass
Coddled court jesters assuring a pass
Politicians who swallowed the golden rule
Will return reluctantly to finishing school.
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And women will lead this battle charge
In their richness with history writ large
Far from Bethlehem’s passive role
A fullness that history stole,
The Virgin birth, miracle done
Then biblical verses on a run.
She is hunter, mystic, warrior too
Goddess, healer, the wild female crew.
She is all that a man denies
He hardly hears earth’s desperate cries.
Her archetype the ancients knew
Most High Athena is coming for you.
Hester, the Goddess of Fire,
Will remind a world of feminine ire.
Psyche, the Goddess of Soul,
Will make a broken nation whole.
A psychology made for the American dream
It’s time for women to lead this team.
Another grammar, another world
The feminine flag finally unfurled.
