[Newspoetry] AdMinisters of HyperBole: Poet Hacks High Licentious Fares

[Donald L Emerick]

Ad-Minister's rations show us
a grotesque sense of humor
when he says of its recent war
"It was as important as WWII."
(Rumsfeld on TV Show-n-Tell;
rivaling the missing-in-faction,
malefactor Iraqi Ad-Minister,
who could say, to very last,
"We are winning in this war.")

I do not see the world-shaking,
I do not see the implications,
unless policy critics are right,
that American militarism is in,
the fashion of things to come,
the shape of determined future.

Financially, I can not see it.
This little war cost us $75Bn,
against a decimated people,
who stood but one to our ten.
We used most of our keys,
to pick a lock to steal Iraq,
PGMs, choppers, Tomahaqs.
We'll have to pause to reload,
the cruisers and battleships,
recruit another bunch of fools
to stand up for harm's sway,
in the harmed forces today.

Except for bloody Marines
and elite "Special Forces",
troops are not combat-ready,
not yesterday, not today,
maybe not ever-ready killers:
one war mostly uses them up.

Marine colonel, during the war,
retired, of course, spoke loudly"
"Only Marines know how to kill;
that's what we are so good at,
shooting and killing the enemy."
I could almost see him panting,
licking his lips to drink of blood.
This was no Hollywood stunt;
this was the unvirtual real thing:
the killer, himself, psychotically,
dreamily enacting his crimes,
wantonly free, at large to kill.
Usually, officers in office hide
this perfectly normal psychosis
of theirs behind jargon ploys,
in so-called morality plays:
"Ours is a most holy war,
justified by Leader Say-So:
we fight to make the world...
safe, free, pure or whatever."

That is hyperbole, students.
Learn to recognize inflation
when you see its big mouth
blowing bubbles, soft and fine,
veiled pockets, glowing hot air.

UnderStatesMen understate men,
so we may laugh at our own folly,
but OverStatesMen devastate us,
by sending overwhelming words:
mere hyperbole is much too small --
they have to guild us in handcuffs
to put us in glowing animal cages,
to geld us to a golden mean-ness.

Hyperbole happens badly because
governments prefer to inflate words,
faster than they inflate your money,
for they think that words have value
that is so depressingly deflationary,
backed by rude elemental thinking,
of what may be and not true, in fact,
regardless of how it is rapt-up to go.
Governments think power inflates:
that perception is all there is to it,
most of the time, to keep power,
or to gain it: percipience matters
(rare excepts this sight-gag rule:
hard truth knock-knocks a joker.)

When words are hyper-inflated,
yesterday's story is valueless,
because written in cheap words,
words that become ever cheaper;
dozen tomorrow beget one today,
(doesn't morrow beget all ways?)
ever cheaper as replicate images,
which divide mass and inflate it,
cheese-puffs are a nation's food,
cereal boxes most full of space,
drains packing fluids of tin cans:
nihil structures for an emptiness.

When words have a deflation-value,
they become self-sustaining feasts,
like a feeding of the Five Thousand:
as More they ate, More was made,
faster than they could consume it:
they were in milk-and-honey land,
fat-and-sassy town, full of a light,
summertime, where living is easy,
as food for thought grows on trees,
when you follow to consequences.

Thanks for living by your listening,
Donald L Emerick

PS:
The steady-state idea, an in-dicta of dictionary,
that words fix meaning, is just a moronic idea,
one that lacks a sense, denies us a science,
to express or explain change of that which is.

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