This little piggie

works on Wall Street

And this little piggie

works at home

This little piggie

is running for office

And this little piggie

is a gnome

Guarding all the treasures

for Wall Street

Throwing us

an occasional bone

And this other little piggie

wants a taser

So he can getcha

while you’re walking home alone

Now there’s getting to be

so many piggies

I feel like I’m in

The Piggie Zone

Oh, this little piggie is a Christian

saying piggie shit that makes us groan

And this little piggie

does the FOX News

Why I broke the TV screen

with my cell phone

But don’t forget the little piggie

who says leave all the other piggies alone

Cause this little piggie

is the politically correct little piggie

Don’t ask, don’t tell, don’t think

while the country’s little piggies get to clone

So remember when you make a joke

about a piggie

A piggie is a person

the Supreme Court has shown

And that means you’re not allowed

to use the P-word anymore

Cause all the little piggies

do not want the P-word known

THANK YOU, Inmates!  A Good One!

Peter Buknatski

Montpelier, Vt.

yeah, I was married

to that bastard

seems like a long time ago

before I went into Rehab

got straightened out

and hooked up with

this wonderful woman Anne

you know that bastard

had these little fixations

about gays and about dogs

did he ever tell you

he used to be a Catholic

that he was an Altar Boy?

there’s a good story there

I saw him on TV last night

Anne and I laughed like hell

that new wife of his

I can just imagine the kind

of shit she’s going through

bet she’s on the booze and pills

make a great First Lady

if I weren’t so clean now

I might like to have a few

drinks with her and exchange

some stories about him

but hell, maybe it would be

better to wait til October

see how many other women

come forward with their stories

I’ll bet there’s just dozens

and dozens of women all over

this goddamned country who have

stories to tell about some asshole

who’s running for office or

already in some office chasing

his young aide around his desk

when American men and women

figure out some day that the

way men treat their women and

their kids says a lot about everything

that’s wrong with this country

maybe that’s when there’ll be

some of this hope for change

but I’m not holding my breath

I’ve got to go now cause I told Anne

I’d meet her at the movie

we’re going to see Carnage

hey, there’s a good title for all

this bullshit that bastard I was

married to and the rest of them

are putting us through

maybe Roman Polanski should run

for office?  he likes ’em young too

see you all in October

Peter Buknatski

Montpelier, Vt.

“What has happened to my/our/your country?  Guantanamo?  Afghanistan?  Wall Street?  And men and women Candidates of God preaching hate, intolerance, injustice, and fear?  My the Almighty Spirit have mercy on you.”  

(An Election Year Nursery Un-Rhyme)

Who will help me save the Schools from Wall Street?

Not I, said the President, for I am Under Orders

And not I, said the Liberal, for I support the President

Well, who will help me save the Unions from Wall Street?

Not I, said the Rich Man, for I am a Pig  Oink Oink

Not I, said the Congress, for our Only Job is to Feed the Pig

Well then, please, who will help me save the Constitution?

Not I, said the Supreme Court, for Money makes the Laws

And certainly not I, said all the Corporations, for We are The People now

And We have spoken

Well, please, oh please, who will help me save the Elderly,

The Children, the Homeless, the Sick and Suffering,

The Animals, the Wilderness, the Under-Educated,

The Migrant Workers and Immigrants, the Legal Aid

For the Wrongly Accused and the Preyed Upon?

Who will help me save the Planet, for It is Dying?

Well now, Lady, said Rick Santorum, I will help you save

The Under-Educated, for They are the backbone

Of our Democracy, and what I hope all Americans

Will aspire to be, for It will keep them safe from Knowledge,

From Reality, from Thinking about all the Things

You go on and on about, Things that make people

Feel Sad and Oppressed and Hopeless and Unable

To get Enthused about Shopping and Buying Stuff,

And I will make it Politically Correct for the Under-Educated

To be In Vogue, and, rather than Educate Americans,

I will work toward creating a Nation So Stupid

That other Nations will fear to speak to us Intelligently

About Issues, lest They be Bombed Into Oblivion,

For a Nation doesn’t need Smart People, a Nation

Needs Smart Bombs, which will do our Thinking for us

Oh, but please, please, PLEASE, Mr. Santorum

Won’t You help me save a little teeny-tiny piece of Humanity?

Not I, said Rick Santorum, for Humanity doesn’t have The Vote

But Stupid People do

Peter Buknatski

Montpelier, Vt.

(For Junior)

Outrage at this bill/law? (Obama has threatened to veto) should be our reaction, especially as Americans take to the streets in the Occupy Movement.

The National Defense Authorization Act would expand Presidential powers to imprison, without due process, Americans all over the world, including us ‘terrorists’ here at home.  It calls for extending the ‘battlefield’ against terrorism to American soil; our own backyards.  (Watch out for loudmouths at your summer barbecues.)  Even worse, it authorizes the President to use the American military to help round up American citizens of suspect political views across this new American ‘battlefield’–our own (we thought) country.  No doubt the same way the U.S. military does it when they break down doors in Afghanistan.

So, we are now not only going to be at war with the World, Congress has declared war on the American people.  

And guess what?  Our beloved Senator Pat Leahy was one of the legion of Dems (along with good old Al Franken) voting FOR this atrocity.  Bernie voted AGAINST.  (Only 3 Dems and 3 Republicans voted with him, against it)  To his credit, Peter Welch voted AGAINST this bill in the House vote.

Look back to 1933 and ’34 when the German Reichstag started giving Hitler and his band of perverts sweeping powers to put people in CONCENTRATION CAMPS, using the military as part of the police force.  Well…Here we are.  How did we get here?  And what are we going to do about it?

Right now, it seems like the Liberal/Progressive/Left is responding the same old way–light a candle and write long essays about it.  I’m really impressed.  Candles and long essays worked really good in 1932.

The MSM will not air out the smell of this bill.  Most Americans probably don’t even know what’s at stake here.  We’re talking, basically, our own little Third Reich here at home.  How Retro.



(And don’t equivocate.  Don’t say bringing up Nazi Germany is a cliche, or that…what?…The Alternative is so much worse?  Gee, lucky for us they didn’t write the use of Zyklon B Gas into the bill.  Think of how you’d react if this bill came under Bush/Cheney.)

The Occupy Wall Street Movement needs our aggressive support because it is apparent that Wall St. has its own Movement–right in our own Congress.  Under NDAA, I would imagine some of these folks supporting unions, workers, and the 99% will become POWs (Prisoners of War on America).  Think of you or me or our loved ones and friends being grabbed off the street and hustled off to an ‘unknown’ detention facility.  For what?  Writing a Letter To The Editor?  (Boy, A Building Boom, they’ll call these Concentration Camps–good for the economy.)

Occupy Wall Street should include outrage at this bill, outrage at War For Capitalism itself, outrage at turning America into the kind of nation that was responsible for the most horrendous acts of War and Injustice in modern times.  And outrage that our children will have, as their future, the ‘privilege’ of ‘serving’ the Fatherland of Capitalism as it goosesteps the World into oblivion.  (Perhaps, since America is now the Battlefield, they’ll give our kiddies knock-off Hitler Youth uniforms–Give?  Shit.  Make them buy them at WalMart.)

Outrageous!  Science Fiction?  New Order.  The Dirty Bastards!

Sieg Heil.  And all this because we’ve grown so attached to our little gadgets and products.  Lifestyle verses Freedom.  Verses Justice, Peace, Human Decency, and, yes, knowledge and curiosity about what The Almighty Spirit has given us out there in the expanding universe.  Just one big ugly Cabaret, old chum.

A Big Harry Dean Stanton “SHIT” on this bill, and those who conceived it, and those who voted for it.

WHERE IS THE OUTRAGE???!

Peter Buknatski

Montpelier, Vt.

(So pissed-off  

   PREOCCUPIED

(A Sinatra Torch Song for OWS)

I went to the rally

But you weren’t there

Another bad bluesy day

Preoccupied

I lit me a candle

But nobody cared

You left me here standing

Preoccupied

I’m walking down Wall Street

Wonderin’ how I got there

Thinking of you leaving me blue

And preoccupied

(chorus…or whatever you call it)

Oh though I know how it goes

I still can’t get you

Out of my mind

I carry your sign

While I’m marchin’ in line

And when the cops come along

And tell me to move

I don’t want to go

I take it real slow

Because deep down I know

I’m preoccupied

(end of chorus)

They sprayed me with pepper

I got tasered two times

Another bad blusey day

Preoccupied

They put me in prison

Now I’m doin’ time

Thinking of you

You…You…You

I’m preoccupied

I’m preoccupied

He’s preoccupied

Pre…Occu…pied

Peter Buknatski

Montpelier, Vt.

Now listen-up, class.  We’ve got a special guest lecturer today–Donald Trump.  He’s going to talk on what we’ve been studying here in Philosophy 310-How To Turn Nothingness Into Capital.

Mr. Trump is familiar with all the great philosophers.  I believe he said his favorite one was Joe The Plumber, whom we covered, I believe thoroughly, last semester.  Mr. Trump will help you all get the right overview on what’s expected of you after you graduate; those of you not going on to graduate work in Advanced Capitalism.

I would like to say now that I think the work we’ve done so far in this course has helped our ONE NATION UNDER CAPITALISM take another step forward in becoming the first nation on this planet to realize the formula for Turning Nothingness Into Capital.  Philosophers, scientists, artists, and those Great Thinkers In The Private Sector have been working on this formula for decades.  You students here are part of something even bigger than The Manhattan Project.  The Nobel Prize In Capitalism has already been awarded to several universities, and I think we here today stand a good chance of joining that select group involved in the Academics Of Capital.

I’ve gone over the ads you’ve produced around the works of Nietzsche, Ayn Rand, and the Great Nihilists and Futurists.  Outstanding work!  This is why we call it Higher Education.

Now, before I bring in Mr. Trump, I would like to caution you on the questions you put to him after his lecture.  Some of you have been very witty on occasion, as university students are prone to be.  But, let me emphasize that this is The Serious World here today.  We don’t want to give Mr. Trump any impression that we’re taking our Higher Education in a frivolous sixties-type manner.  And I also want to remind you that Mr. Trump has the authority to respond to any untoward remark with the words: You’re Fired!  Which, in your case would mean: You’re Expelled!  Keep that in mind.  The mind is a wonderful place to store the Rules Of Academic Capitalism as a preventative from allowing silly thoughts in that will waste Capitalism’s time.

And now, I am pleased and humbled to present our Special Guest!  Students, The Donald Of Trump–Mr. Donald Trump!!!

Peter Buknatski

Montpelier, Vt.

(This is why they want us to watch FOX News.)

For The Rich, Right & Repulsive:

   OCCUPY ME

(A CEO’s Lub Poem)

Occupy me babie

You are the only one

I swear

Though I have in the past

Occupied others

It was only

An outsourcing

Only until they had

Nothing left

While I needed

So much more

You are the one I want

Occupy me

And I will

Occupy you

Be my sweet little

Bean counter

Find for us

The treasures

My passion

Longs for

A lovebed of riches

The ecstasy

Of having

It all

Climaxed

In the eros

Of our mutual

Lust (oh god…whew…)

Our salacious greed

To touch and feel

And kiss and lick

And penetrate

Each other’s

Secret places

Til we find all

The hidden assets

Of our love

And For The WHITE Yuppie Left And The Left-Out:

We Only Want Poems From Ourselves

hey, fuck you!

we’re talking

to ourselves here

we didn’t ask

for your opinion

we have important

Revolutionary Work

to do

The People

are depending on us

you know,

all those little

poor people

and black people

and gay people

and regular dumb-shit

working people

they don’t know how

to read or write

they don’t know how

to think

so Our Work

is IMPORTANT!

please do not submit

any more criticism

after The Revolution

we will put you

in the gulag

we have to go now

because the police

asked us nicely

to evacuate our offices

seems that there’s a mob

of yahoo lowlifes outside

chanting some shit about

Occupying The Left?

you see what you’ve done?

we’re going  to report you

to our Support Group tonight

God…I need a martini……………….

Peter Buknatski

Montpelier, Vt.

(For Peter Welch and Peter Shumlin)

…a Republican, a serial killer,

a pedophile, a nuclear war

a Dem is better than your neighbor’s kid

who is off in Afghanistan

and who will be dead

before the ballots get there

a Dem is better than

a Nazi, a rabid dog, a hurricane,

a gay-basher, a fundamentalist Christian,

a batterer, a Wall St. CEO,

and the lying smarmy dildo dipshit

asshole who turned your daughter

into a zombie

a Dem is better than a dogturd

consider the alternatives

not to mention the Dem will

invite you to a dinner-forum

a serial killer would never do that

yes this is democracy

a Dem is better than celibacy (hmmm?)

so nice to have choices

Peter Buknatski

Montpelier, Vt.

(sung to the tune of Phil Ochs’ immortal 60s song: Love Me, I’m A Lib-er-al)

Oh I got you some crappy health care

But I can always revoke it next year

And I talked about jobs and energy

Cause it was what you wanted to hear

But don’t ask me to tax the Rich folks

I think you’ve had too many beers

Just Love Me, Love Me, Love Me

I’m a Dem-o-Crat

Oh I can see both sides of an issue

It’s called making the bad guys my friend

Cause you never get nowhere with vinegar

I call it a means to an end

And I know you’ll always vote for me

So I know I can always pretend

Oh Love Me, Love Me, Love Me

I’m a Dem-o-Crat

I know there’s some radicals out there

That’s why I ripped ACORN in half

Cause I’ve got my own network of activists

When I go to their meetings they kiss my ass

And if you get out the vote in November

You might get a job on my staff

So Love Me, Love Me, Love Me

I’m a Dem-o-Crat

Now the workers are getting excited

They want me to take up their case

And the poor people want all their programs

They want me to stop the disgrace

But I’m not going to go crazy

Cause my opponent will get in my face

Please Love Me, Love Me, Love Me

I’m a Dem-o-Crat

Now there’s whackos like Ralph Nader

And that Prog Party guy in Vermont

Saying unions should be supported

What the Hell do you figure they want?

It’s not like they can get elected

So I don’t have to give-in to their taunts

Cause I know you’ll Love Me and Vote For Me

I’m a Dem-o-Crat

Now just forget about what I campaigned on

Never mind that I act like a shit

I’m just doing my best for my country

Why are you people pitching a fit?

And when you ask where I stand on class warfare

Well I guess I’m on both sides of it

So Love Me, Love Me, Love Me

I’m a Dem-o-crap

Peter Buknatski

Montpelier, Vt.