Torry Mercer has been bringing his historical knowledge and poetry together. He did not disappoint with the “New Gilded Age.”
The New Gilded Age
I’ve always liked Torry Mercer’s political poetry. He came into the studio as the sound/broadcast engineer and phone operator for Politics Done Right this afternoon.
“Egberto,” Tory said. “I have something for our audience today.”
“What is it, Torry,” I asked.
“Well, I promised those who got a Politics Done Right T-Shirt that I would write them a poem,” Tory said. “Check it out. Can I read it on air?”
Of course, it was perfect for Torry to read his promised poem on the air. And for those who want our Politics Done Right T-Shirts, hats, and other stuff to support the program, please visit our store.
Following is the text of Torry Mercer’s poem.
New Gilded Age New gilded age, eh? Smells like train wreck Gilded in what? Benzene? Thorazine? Befuddled red state Post zombie apocalypse folks Lips dyed red from Public School cafeteria Red drink #7 Scratching their heads, asking: "Where did I leave my glasses?" Rummaging through the mental aftereffects Of munching on lead paint chips in 1963 Donald Trump would have: "Stopped this train wreck" "Stopped this Imperial invasion" "If Donald Trump was president We'd all be sittin' pretty We'd all have golden toilets by now" Gilded in what? Collective guilt? In the feeling you get When you abandon your child and all future generations? When you rape your Mother and the entire biosphere? That feeling? It is the New Gilded Age Gilded in olde fashioned robber barons, stratification Lords, vassals, and serfs Neo feudalism, and proto-fascism But your gilded lily is melting In the February heat of summer Wilting like all other life on Earth In the Exxon aftermath
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