Christmas on Wall Street
Occupying Humanity
December 25, 2011

by Dan Rutt, alias "Top Pun" (it's just, my pun name)

DEDICATED TO:

Occupy Wall Street protesters across this great land
who are putting some skin in the game to make a better world for all
and
Jesus, who put some skin on God, and who totally rocks, even in the face of Christianity

This epic poem can be downloaded at: http://TopPun.com/Christmas-on-Wall-Street.pdf

The Dawn

I had a dream: that people the whole world over woke up...
Awaken from the dark tunnel of Wall Street
Viewed best looking eastward from that Trinity Place
There is only one rising star this night
The best and the brightest
Enough to put to shame every blinking light
A cross, the nation
Towering above Wall Street
And even the end all and be all, Franklin D. Roosevelt Drive
Yet feeling so close that you can touch it, even taste it
From this star light
Snow falls, like tiny falling stars
Each it's own wish
Yearning to come true
Glistening to our highest hopes
Wanting to occupy our humanity
This snow has been falling gently awe night
One flake after another, each unique
Though unseen by most, they gather
The Wall Street lamp flicks off
The lights at the end of the tunnel
Turned off
By automatons
Without the warmth of human hands
It dawns on U.S.
An alternative source of energy is needed
And the Son rises
As for the first time
But certainly not the last
The beginning is near
Like a peoples' congress
That is, without the capital
A manger-y flock
Tents-ly making
Hay!?
Who turned on the AC, D.C.?
That highway to hell
Paved with good in tension
Un-till it freezes over
Though thinly cloaked
Now we're cooking
In this chili time of year
Yet we need not be apprehensive
The heat will be here soon enough

The Bull

Lurking near buy
So-called self-made men
Making a satyr of one's self
Fauning over themselves
Roamin' centaur-ions
Whose name is Legion, for we are money
Panning Left, and then Right
A half-ass caricature
Drawing upon
In-courage-a-bull
Night and day traitors
More, more, more like
A loan wolf packing
Yet unable to bear
Answering the call
Cell! Cell! Cell!
Captivatingly a-droid at celling out
Somehow, you've got to hand it to them
Each nose flare
It flies
Like pigs no less!
Butt they keep coming back
Snorting that white power
Like theirs know tomorrow
Prominently un-a-wear
The one thing
They really produce!
Quaintly reminding us, "We don't recall products!"
Dapper as they may be
ITS
Time for a change!
Suffering from Gomer piles
Surprise! Surprise! Surprise!
Let's coin a new phase
What we mint to ask
Are we too pristine too
Hit 'em in the blizzard
The long mourning shadow of the Wall Street Bull
Standing in sharp contrast to the purity of the new snowfall
An unmistakable I-con
The bull, knee deep, as usual, yet today
For even in this winter of discontent
Snow falls on the just and the unjust
A cold blanket for this homie-less bull
Whose matchless, icy stare
Though fair in height
Yields only the third degree
Even after much fast talk and countless hollow words
Vainly offering fuel futures, but no actual fuel
Stealing warmth, even from frozen tundra
Such fuelishness will have its mettle tested today
Vainly looking for alloys as insurance against tough times
This is not the kind of cover-up it is used to dealing with
Coming to a head
God doesn't lay a single finger on him
Yet a single bird flips about
A sparrow nests in the powdered wig of the coming justice
The bulls eye upon the sparrow
For simply winging it as the Creator intended
Incapable of spotting such a priceless goad:
"Jump!"
"Use your golden parachute, if you like; that is, if you are in a hurry."
But no worry
There is no real life in this golden boy calf
Though it glitters of goaled marketing data
Bought and overpaid for
IT
Nose of blood, but not its own
Less useful than a piss pot
This bull cannot hold water
Not even a pint
To yellow this snow
With a last ditch golden offering
of H-E-L-P!
Creating even the slightest little slush fun on its own
(and as usual, nothing trickles down)
But to know Vail!
As the corporate jets
Leering elsewhere
For they have zero interest
To look down on this glorious day
For I'm pathetic
Even a dog can make his mark
With a golden snow job
And in a pinch sometimes eats its own
How backward is that!?
I suspect that such a dyslexic God
Would mirrorly curse
If it could Spot anything
For even the tail sometimes wags the dog
But not here
Could it get any
Shoddier than this?
Down below
As its brass balls hang, sterile
For it can't even do it
Vainly hoping for a bumper crop
Butt hay
It's unable even to show its empt-y-earnings
While workers of the world come together!
Yet it desires to be called "Sire"
Surly this is not the beast you can do!
S.O.B.-ing "We're broke"
Left unsatisfied
Lonely to discover that the division of mergers and acquisitions
Has always been about subtraction not multiplication
Full of mis-givings
Desperately seeking 200% proof
It-faced with evidence
Kneed again and again
Still, has it become a parent yet
That there is a little downsize, sum seedy underbelly, to every economy-sized thingy
Could a child support such imbursement
Is it doable?
Could this snake be molten
Uncovering
A cast of thousands
of tin cups
To hold that which is hallowed
To spare each sacred globe
And lust but not leased, a penal colony
A loan with their own barren mutual fun
A bunch of mothers with edifice complexes
Self-loving daddy's girls wishing for more than an Electra fence
for their stolen goods
A no charm school
For sweet hex cons
There only grace, to never really be hung
For being their enemies' banned it
Just for portend
Still, ever-last-stingily gathering like flies
A traction so incurable
Suit-able for only greedy pigs consuming scruples with abandon
How can we right such wrongs
Penned for life
Become-s-killed at
Making first class coach
Con jurors never again!
Sow it a peers!
Reclaiming that in-F-able humanity
Which some believe was immaculately de-funct
Never the lass
Too witch spell are they under
That they cannot tell the difference between deification and defecation?
You don't have to have a B.S. in finance to know that
Certainly these are no men of letters
Except perhaps for their stock tickers
Sheepishly bleating like four letter cymbals
Only taking heart from their cruel shares
Is it actually possible to un-learn, this bull
Any slower and it would be going backward
Suffering from motionless sickness
Who cars?
Auto-manically responding, "Baal me!"
Out!
Instead
Moss grows
Collecting greenbacks
On the lighter side of darkness
After all, what else good is a move he?
Like a Christmas Story where you just shoot your eye out
Search your art
Luke, I am your fodder
Go figure!
This bull, a model citizen
For who's even going to read a book?!
Maybe for a Princes Bribe
As per sued by a dreaded pirate, Robbered
Bobbing and weaving, sored in hand
Not to plum it, from a cliff notes
Inconceivable!
A-parently, a Sicilian thing, in a family way
In the end, only beat by poisoning one's own cup
Still, still, still
A pitcher worth a thousand words
It produces
Noah-steam
On the arisin' (on a coaled day)
Awashin' cash
Reigning a bout 40 days and 40 nights
The arc sending out a warming, below
As we dove, holding out for an olive branch
Only to land
The only place doable
Still, going nowhere fast
With two bleeping horns
And a forked tail more suitable for a pan handle
Let's loose-a-fur
Playing hard bald
I'll Gore election
Hay!
He about bales, Bub
Untill it's about dark, Lord
Of the flies
Nearer the end than we might like
Stacked deep
The feeled empty
At this point
Like some half-breed mule (a hoarse-ass?)
Equidistant between two bales of hay
An immovable object
Meeting the infinite farce
Of its own fruitless gluttony
Its acquisitiveness udderly unfulfilling
Ravenous, "Nevermore!"
And for its great feat
Like four studs
Holding up
What remains
To the outsider, beggar than life-size
Still, dead as adore knell
Its only mate
A trophied wives tale
As nary herd of old
Vainly swatting flies
Similarly attracted to that witch fuels goaled
Yet, never quite able to get 'em off
Still, slamming
Like a Red Bull in a China shop
Crying "Charge!"
Only to crash
Barren its hope to knock something up
It seems a pity, such fertile eyes her
The winnow of the sole
Going
To waste
Per hips, if she just buffed up a bit
Somewhere between the stoned age and bronze age
And perchance going for the varnished tooth
Plus passably seeing a surge-in plasticity
Only to be left
The butt of a polish joke (its capital wore saw)
Settling for anything ending with ski
Visited upon occasionally by a-luring Ass-pen
The only Geneva-like Convention recognizable at all
It has-been, enough to tarnish those golden ears
And you can rub the belly of the beast
666 times if you like
But you will get nothing
Except perhaps hard luck
There will be no three wishes
Like a lad in
A manger
Like a homeless Jew
In Palestine
Unlikely to get anywhere
A hopeless stall mate
And just
Waiting for some Ahab Spring
To be lost to history
Like the King Ahab of Israel, overshadowed by his better-known wife, Jezebel
Known for her love of false profits
Arab Spring my lass!
Take Salomé, a cool drink of water and consort of Herod
Herod, a titular "King of the Jews" and a Roamin' client king
Salomé dished John, a head of her time
Unveiling a baptism of deceit
Or maybe you would like to hear of Moby Dick, a story tall
Where Ahab is not a fisher of men, but a fisher of some fishy mammal
Perhaps some man derivative
Not even qualifying as a fish tale!
"Whale, whale, whale!" he blubbers on and on
And without a leg to stand on, he seeks right-eous retribution
Until there is only one Left, or even none Left
Lamely intolerant of anyone who needs a crutch or even hand up
And everyone ends up a two-time loser, whether caught or not
Who will buy these cock and bull stories!?
This beast of burdened in effigy
Surrounded by unheard sheep
Facing a proto-lariat
Of one, a cord
We've got noose for you
We are not cowed by a reverent collar
For it be hooves us
Knowing that if it ever got a leg up on us
We'd have a foot, or more
Up to our necks
Our flipping coins taken
Like lunch money
The bull he saying
Heads I win, tails you lose
As if, shaking his head
Unafraid of any yarn we may spin
Stringing us along
This tie really works for me!
We can't help
But recognize the irony
In buying the very same line
That blinds him up
Putting on heirs
Look, I'm potentate
A cash cow who seas red
Well, this 1% milk is not going to cut it anymore
Beat it, if you can
We are looking forward to butter days
And man does not live by bred alone
Neither does this bull!
No one with common cents would come from afar
Let alone wise men
Though some grooming bribes-to-be
Have been found in the company of wise guys
With a wholly ghost of a chance of any good coming from that
Singular bull
Ignoring any Trinity of visitors
Chuck Dickens they say
Hundreds of Christmases passed
Happy holidays, if in fact, you can say that
And know lack-of-focus groups to speak to that
According to the North poll they Gallup away red-nosed
From any allusion
Contracting some sin-drome
From witch even a sanity clause couldn't save them
Although the rumor might send coal futures soaring
Enough to console their tiny heart, three sizes too small
Stealing everything except a kiss under the mistletoe
Due to some military-industrial complex
That somehow can't be overcome
As for Christmas present
Layoff
Nobody wants to take responsibility for that bad wrap
And as for Christmas futures
Trading Good Friday for Black Friday
Looks great on the quarterly report
But in the mourning
What shall we know of prize-winning turkeys?
Somebody will have a cow
And the bull keeps coming
More like Chuck Brown
Waiting for it to fly
But playing a little Lucy
Finding out who has our back
Sliding down that slippery slope
That the Johns have left
The whoreds
Hurting like the Dickens
All ways Scrooged
A new-fang_ed advent season (observe No_l)
Virtual pioneers settling for artificially pining
For the day of just thee stooges
Just do it
And nobody gets hurts
But is this the end of the story?
Is it true
You can't lick it
Though nothing is dumber
Specifically below zero
If you get too close it will catch your tongue
Unable to speak, unable to even turn away
Though you may end up with the New York police at your service
Hoping a bull proof vest meant
Safely entering an arena, a haven for masses
Not a speculators sport
Unfortunately, as everyone knows, in bullfighting
Bulls will only see red
Weather red ink or blood
No matter
When one is too big to flail
Idol-ing
Hopelessly stuck in a neutrality
Advantaging the status quo in a loaded way
Poor into the streets
Boo's
For an economy not in recovery
Never on the wagon, but following closely behind in a caravan of stretch limos
(Apparently, close enough for anti-government work)
What more do they need?!
Bottling again and again
And pure spirits are consumed, one by one
X specters with vanishing hope
As taking wiki-leaks all over
And in the end, Scrooged again
Betraying such a grave situation
Hear lies the 99%
Told we are too little to make a difference
And the 1%, the "There is no room in the inn" group
Tell us they are too big to fail

It Hits the Fan

Even before Man created blight, God said, "Occupy the earth." (Genesis 1:28)
So be it!
A Genesis for all
Including Chapter 11, the Tower of Babel
A cautionary tale of moral bankruptcy
Where the 1% said, "Come, let us build ourselves a city, with a tower that reaches to the heavens, so that we may make a name for ourselves; otherwise we will be scattered over the face of the whole earth." (Genesis, Chapter 11:4)
They called it "The Big Apple"
Rotten to the corp(s)
Its millions of inhabitants
Huddled masses earning to be free
Reduced to a few bytes
A social security numb-er
And scoring some credit
The crack in the American pipe dream
And the belle of liberty
Lady Liberty takes a hit
Abridged to an outlandish French gag
Disarmed and with their hands up
For-merely a-muse meant
In dependence
We are free, won and all
Our gratis achievement
Under-mined
For it makes no cents
Our union bust
Reining government
Christmas slay
Deer John let her
Free speech
With unbridled doe
Where will the buck stop?
This land is your land, mine land, and the wrest
No man island
And Ellis closer than won-might-think
But through the confidence men
We are tolled, "Nothing is free"
And as we know, it has been provided in abundance
Incredibly, it happens
With and without mass debating
Forced to matriculate before class
Learning the hard way
The "means" of production
Subhuman marks, it's informed they have no class
Yet bizaarly war fair
Here and goon before we "no" it
Instantly passé that statue of limitations
Left in the lurch
Nothing more a lady could say!!
Gather all ye
Gather all ye who can no longer afford the free market
Gather all ye who have been Gored by one too many elections
We gust right
They are flurrying like cockroaches
From the light of the new fallen snow
If you get my drift
They gust left
Re-lying upon a void
They can do nothing
Butt pass wind
In shock and awe, we are greeded
Welcome to the casino economy!
But who are these minimum wagers?
Ante this, ante that, ante everything!
Pay no attention to our credit raiding
Did someone say "aid and abet"
Lotta re-possessed
Wile they cut the cards
Scheming from top to bottom
Our proctor and gamble
Charmin our Pampers off
Beholden all that's Left
But to believe it's our chance
Rolling our pair-a-dice
It's all in the risk
Irrational and exorbitantly bubbling on and on
"Certainly, we need certainty"
The house, we must always win
A Visa to a-stranged places
Going those extra miles as you are submarined to new heights
And Discover there is no equity in your own home
Where is home, land security when you need it?!
For-close at hand
What remains to move afar Left?
And in a totally campy move
You stand to lose
Even your tent
Leaving only a day's worth of ciao between you and the Empire State
So, it is when you raise the stakes
To strike
Deep in the Vampire State
A threat to those undead who feed off the life of others
Colonizing darkness
Whorified when exposed to daylight
Thou dust have no real heart and no reflection
Who only want us to believe
That Count Chocula is mirrorly a killer product, of the serial variety
That generals mill
For all in tents and purposes
Such a restless nativity will not be tolerated
For there will be only one circus in this town!
Says the lyin' of Wall Street (while the woman does the work)
And the donkey and the elephant are with me
In case you can't already tell by the mess we are in
Bye buying their time
Wading
For the right time
The extreme right time!
Always around the next coroner
Yet still waste deep
With "more bids, more bids!"
A carny appeal
A feudal hearing
Shill cries of
..it creek
As it collapses under its own wait
..it happens!
For then, even the shepherdless sheep
Cry in unison
"Baaaaaaaad"
In an alter-native way
Join us
Biblically
That when one goes
Two appear
We will not be divided
We will multiply

"Do not be afraid, little flock, for your Father has been pleased to give you the kingdom. Sell your possessions and give to the poor. Provide purses for yourselves that will not wear out, a treasure in heaven that will never fail, where no thief comes near and no moth destroys. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also." (Luke 18-32-34)

At this, they declare unclear war
What could they possibly want?
Unlike the clarity of the war in Iraq, the war in Afghanistan, the war on drugs, and the compelling reasons why the U.S. military occupies most of the planet's nations
Yet, reason remains as unclear as your wars
Do you want the 1%, the trillions of reasons that have evaporated like hits on a crack pipe?
Yikes! And you want us to stay off the grass!
Park it, people!
As you drug us on your high horses
Or, do you want the 99%, the 300 million of U.S., whose souls hit the streets to make this country work?
Choosing between guns or butter
Or, perhaps more aptly, puns or Imperial margarine
Be little left to say, "Let them eat pasteurized, processed, imitation, cheese food product"
We want the real thing
Not some coke
Though we'd settle for little baby cheeses
Oh, what Great Expectations!
Author! Author!
But we've been there, done that
And we've been goosed enough already
Subjected to perpetual poppa gander
Engendering misconceptions
That to win the human race
You are obliged to be rat racist
Only to be let known
That there is a full quota of stereotypists
And the club members are all guise
Telling
Off-color
Jokes
The truth is strangers are friction
There are plenty of jobs
Nobody wants
The niggardly only get what is warranted
And what close-fisted mother
Would make-believe there is such a thing as easy labor?!
Indubitably, you can have as much domestic help as you want
And you can toil it anywhere
As long as you have the proper papers
Green that is
Like ill eagle
Americans
Not U.S.
A cross water
Boarding
With wiley coyotes
"Why would a chicken go to the other side?"
They can only ax
Like fencing in the breeze
Bordering on loco law enforcement
Trying to catch some beeping roadrunner
Blowing up in our face
Just giving U.S. a bad case of Acme
Zits a foul thing, creating innumerable ex-patriots
Dealing with Xena-phobia and fearing Lawless (am I getting too Lucy here?!)
How will we get over it
That picket fence
Steeling from labor
On the downsize
Feverishly cutting
Like some staff infection, some foreign bug
What can passibly salve us?
Never wanting to experience such hospitality
And that first quest in
What has brought you here?
Was it the exorbitant premium
That is, a free wallet-ectomy with every visit
With the creeping co-pays
Overgrown deductible
And/or an anemic bank account?
After your background check bounces
They determine that your credit score is untreatable
Soon to learn what it means to be medically indignant
Ignoring your chief complaint
I don't know, looks like some red something or other
What is Left?!
Have you now or ever had a pre-existing condition
Like in a heartbeat, they ask
If so, then you must be born again
Though, technically, that's not covered either
Nevertheless, we have plenty of people to prey on you
There is nothing a little faith and a good fortune can't fix, no?
We will send you down to the die agnostic floor
Where our scan artists will insure someone is starving fast
Butt they know, you are all ways at best partially covered
Your ass swinging in the wind
Regardless of the outcome
You dread already
Unable to fill M.D. promises
With the only house calls made by bill collectors
Oh, the ancient cry, to even to touch the hem of His garment
Wondering why you give blood, donate your organs to this science fiction
A slick care system to die for
Taking your breath away too
Know such thing as a stupid question
Man, are you a veteran now
Do you have a veterinarian
Where healthcare is
You're a human right?
We could do a PET scan
Just to be sure
We'll send you onto a special list
Until men in white coats come to take you away
They might as well be law suits
Being surgically removed
To remove pressure on their bloated profits
Immune to mere common cents, dollareds beyond belief
Spending more doctoring the books
Wile writing you off as a medical loss
That procedure, hah, not on the social list
Meanwhile, others are having leisure surgery
And assorted best enhancements (what boobs!)
As the golf widens
Par for the course
It's a bout
Club privileges!
How Viagra-vated must we get!
Just open wide
And say, "Yaaaaaaacht!"
Or continue puddling about
Ignoring side affects
Pay no attention to the 1% behind the curtain
Jōb creators of Biblical proportions
Flailing miser-a-bully to make God abettor
Wanting to end occupations
A Potter of a Wonderful Life
Fired
Up the economy!
Kiln people
No matter how hard they dry
On the lookout for the hired ground
Yet no one throwing in the towel
Will the last George bail he?
On a bridge to nowhere
From the drear of the assemblage comes a cry "Jump!"
To those on high
Seeming to have covered all the angels
Is there even one
Save us!
Clearance, our only Deliverance
Will fast currency sweep us away
Wanting
Rivers of money and not a drop
Fore-most
Tolled again, "Thirst things thirst."
These underworld fiends with benefits
Consider it
A mere soaking
As an interruption of business as use you all
But in due course, they end up as enemas and run out
Row after row
We austere at the same time
And when stern we're called aft
Cain un-Abel to make a deference
In God wee trust
When theirs a run on the bank
What does it take
To bargain to save a brother
The nearest hommé to you, underwater to death
Is such response-ability passable
Too a measly errant boy
of a mourning druggist
De-faulting
To those who have an ear left, "Hear!
To every gaffer, "See!"
It's no blunder these new senses are critical
What miracle is it to slip UP?!
Here come-passion!
I'm down
Loading a million apps (and like sum 'not see')
Like a concentration camp
Killing one's self
And many a temp
A million odd jobs
Oh, to be class-ified
As we part time and money
Willing to take it, any position they want
Once again engendering anti-trust
Played by a monopoly man
Reading railroaded
With nowhere to go
A little B.O.'d
Forced to die for Park Place
Go to jail
Do not pass, go!
Another circular game
Roll the dice
Where land determines your fate (and where borin', pay attention!)
Some colors being worth a lot more than others
Collect the whole set!
From Parker Brothers, a subsidiary of Has-bro
This world is flat
And to leave would
Mean
Falling
Off the edge
Graven images
Supposed to represent people
But don't
Yet make claims
The same rights
As people
And money talks
As freely
As wee the people
And the only way to win
Is to bankrupt all others
This class war games
Where the only sane move he
Made
Is not to play
And on that day taunt us
Only whiz kids know
The only deeds worth wile
Are property rites
Claiming only they know what realty is
The only piece maid deer enough to be had (for doe, by bucks, game on!)
Dwell in hotels
Plus billed transitory houses
Moving
Like pawns
Beaten they're chess
In artless warfare
Buy the way
Santa Claus isn't coming to town this year
We'll have none of that
Transporting coal without a permit
The city cold must be enforced
Santa reined in
Deer me!
Slaying like triple time
All present
And lookers
A gift hoarse in the mouth
No room
Yet Boards everywhere
Renting control
From anon-native influences
Trinket worshippers
24 bucks and change
And, I suspect
40 pieces of silver
Betrayed like sum Manhattan Projects
Accrual joke
That ate millions
Yet only room for 1
I land like
Lust Survivor
Calling the vote off
Reserved for land owners
Certainly not for a migrant worker
And a bunch of animals
Crying out
What Ell-is this island?!
Only to be met with a judicious re-tort
"Buy, buy accrual world"
Sow they say
Fed
Up
With U.N. civil unions (even mere age! -- see Social Security)
And all that rigor moral
Right
To work
State
Requirements
Vary
Temporary aid to needy families
Neither working nor class
Having it both ways
Neither volunteers nor paid
Yet free somehow
To have 'cakes'
And eat it too
Caught like
Some merry anti-net
Too frayed
To stick one's neck out
Having been issued countless wardens
Such official-dom
Paid regardless
Resist the preoccupation
With Faux News
Telling us that it is easier to believe that 99% of Americans are lazy than to believe that 1% might be greedy
Ignore their vain offerings
Offering silicone implants instead of mother's milk
Offering spectator sports instead of participatory democracy
Offering a poverty draft, washed down by plenty of draft beer
Offering electile dysfunction
But, no worries
As long as awash in Viagra
We will still manage to get screwed every time
Feel free
To reject a whirled
Where corporations are people and people are expenses, and expendable
Where capital is more free to move around than labor
Where capital rules every capitol worldwide, and labor must get a Visa
Where our economy is billed by the lowest bitter
A-mass-ing a host of Commissions
And using them against U.S.
As expectorated
Law enforcement arrives in full farce
Will this be the day that the rule of law prevails?
Bring it on!
Will this be the day that the financial acrobats learn the gravity of the situation?
No longer weightless, soaring above the unemployment lines and the bread lines?
Will this the be the SWAT to these flies!
Bring it on!
Orwell we be enforcing park rules over peaceable assemblies?
Orwell we be enforcing city littering codes while the global economy is being trashed, and the cabal responsible trashes new frontiers?
Orwell we be jailing peaceful protesters while bailing out billionaire bankers with taxpayers' money?

"You will be hated by everyone because of me, but the one who stands firm to the end will be saved." (Matthew 10:22)

"Was there ever a prophet your ancestors did not persecute?" (Acts 7:52a)

"Bless those who persecute you; bless and do not curse. Rejoice with those who rejoice; mourn with those who mourn. Live in harmony with one another. Do not be proud, but be willing to associate with people of low position. Do not be conceited. Do not repay anyone evil for evil. Be careful to do what is right in the eyes of everyone. If it is possible, as far as it depends on you, live at peace with everyone. Do not take revenge, my dear friends, but leave room for God’s wrath, for it is written: 'It is mine to avenge; I will repay,' says the Lord. On the contrary: 'If your enemy is hungry, feed him; if he is thirsty, give him something to drink. In doing this, you will heap burning coals on his head.' Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good." (Romans 12:14-21)

"Blessed are you when people hate you, when they exclude you and insult you and reject your name as evil, because of the Son of Man. Rejoice in that day and leap for joy, because great is your reward in heaven. For that is how their ancestors treated the prophets. But woe to you who are rich, for you have already received your comfort. Woe to you who are well fed now, for you will go hungry. Woe to you who laugh now, for you will mourn and weep. Woe to you when everyone speaks well of you, for that is how their ancestors treated the false prophets." (Luke 6:22-26)

WARNING: In the darkness you will be
Subject to night mayors
Bringing out the Calvary
Yes men
Sir reel public safety net
So trying
To steal whatever change
Like taking
Canned
He
From a baby
Jesus!
What kind
Of occupation is this
Occupying public orifice
Who else?!
Bloomberg's army, the seventh largest in the world
Almost like a corporate personhood
All of the rights
None of the accountability
Culpable of most anything
You can't make this stuff up!
A countenance
To round up
The unusual suspects
Tempting to restore our public squares
Buy offering the protesters stocks
Only where share has a different meaning
And stock is for making soup
Long with some loaves and fishes
O.K., and maybe a little whine
Never-the-less, it's a MR.E
How they feed the troops
Like flour power
Serving and protecting
Like replacement clogs
Raging against the machine
Or sew it seams
In the vicinity of the riot gear (to guard their privates)
Feigning a tact
As is this season's style
Out-land-ishly does peace suit
Stainless steel cuffs
This year's outfits provided by Homeland security
Always room for some pork in the budget
Enough clubs for all
So few dare challenge such a phallusy
Not quite kosher, rather like Armoured hot dogs
Augmented with a little catch-up
To Spot
Who is the fascist (and/or racist)
Relishing a good pepper spray
So even the pros stir for 20 to 30 minutes
Might I recommend won, circa 1984
With those crocodile tears
Though a bit over don
Catering to afar riot agenda
The men-u know well
To teach the whored a lessen
To end the righters block
More than a little chat'll due
Armed only with each other
Bending toward just us
Wanting a peace of this action
A peaceable assembly line
Building a better tomorrow
Is it posed to be
Just
A walk in the park
They don't raise but so many fingers
Perhaps a tip of the hat to the digital divide
And to what it takes to live long and prosper
But on what planet!
What an Enterprise!
Going where no one has gone before
In comes the prime directive
You will be violated
Risk management has spoken and
The police state
We will be wearing rubbers for this job
To do what we do best
The anticipation alone nearly killing some
That storied time had come
Everyone tents
Hell, it was freezing
Pigs were flying everywhere
Hell, he copped her
And as suspected
Things went south
Like batons rouge
And looking down
The barrel
At what must be
A few bad apples
So we've been told
Counter intelligence
Knuckleheads unable to color outside the lines
Outliers chalked up as casualty as can be
Now, flying straight as a Jim Crow
In-Evita-ably
They Cussed-her facing some Sitting Bull
Roger Will Co. knocking, "Over", the last stand
Weigh above their pay grade
Somehow having missed the class on what 'de-camp' meant
Motioning us to break down
On the other side
Of lyin' drawn in the sand
In winds of change
Drawn and quartered
Loading the bus
In citing
Nobodies reading them their rights
Free dumb riders
Only guesting
Where lobby to get someone else to bail us out
Haughtily, revealing, "We've done it!"
We've taken into full custody public enemas number 1 and number 2
Butting in the same old a-commode-ations
Park Place secure
Continue as you were
The police state
Oils well in the end (that's so sheik)
The fences are back
Assuring business as usual
For high class thieves
And all things derivative
Having a virtual ticker tape prayed
Yestering like a Christmas Adam and Eve
Biding the Big Apple
Their Atlas shrugged (And Ranned well)
And the best boy vanquished another year
Weathering boom
Or bust
Repressing any evolution that comes around
We'll have no unauthorized monkey business
Their heir loom weaves hush money
Never hearing the margin call
Or seeing the Astor-risk
To burst their bubble
So happy with their 401k genes
So what standardly poors
Keeping up with the Dow Jones'
Wresting in that trick'll Dow
Hope against hope
Master ring the Tao
Wont to rule them all
A Token account (we'ed say so)
Mean wile, back at the park
Deep in the valet
Signs, signs, everywhere a sign
This Christmas mourn
A notice for all to see
In the park unfull-filling like jello
Nailed to a tree
A 30 year mortgage, till full groan
Not even permit-ing a carpenter to put it right, a would worker
Be fore-men of great evictions
Wading for good news for the poor
Proclaiming, "Know protesters aloud!"
And on a snide note
Thanks for bringing your ass to this party
Go ahead, wave your palms in the air
All you want
We won't Passover you
No matter how many times you say
I'll be back
On Christmas morn
Some claimed the churches were half empty
Others saw them as half full of it
Most were preoccupied within hallowed walls
Not noticing the offerings pouring into the streets
Will the churches empty themselves
Like chaff to a rich man
And seed for the poor
Trading a glittering altar for some real change
End your idol talk, gladly!
Where is Jubilee?
I'll give you a hint: It's not in Chapter 11
Moral bankruptcy is not a form of cross training
Be like little prophets foreclosing on an unfruitful busyness
Stop slamming adore
Ouch!
With those sanguine hands
Wash out!
A thousand red coats
Let your little light shine
For they are coming by land and by seas
Like the Apostle Paul revere such a great conversion
For venerations to come

“I hate, I despise your religious festivals; your assemblies are a stench to me. Even though you bring me burnt offerings and grain offerings, I will not accept them. Though you bring choice fellowship offerings, I will have no regard for them. Away with the noise of your songs! I will not listen to the music of your harps. But let justice roll on like a river, righteousness like a never-failing stream! (Amos 5:21-24)

Making Fertilizer

They shall led by a child
First by Joshua, an apprentice of Moses, who dared cross a sea of red
Joshua, who garnered first naming rights, to Jesus, the English transliteration
Joshua, aka "Jesus son of Nun"
Does that ring a bell?!

Preparing the way
Not to be miss-taken with the golden Johns to come later
Heckled and Jeckled for a thousand jeers
"Yule eat crow!"
"U.N. what army?!"
Joshua, like some baton-less banned leader
Addresses the general assembly
Give me a week, and a trumpet section working at ample scale
Getting around town a-working class
Like never heard before
Echoing again and again
And the Wall Street will come crashing down, N-Y minute now!
The walls of Jerk Co. were the first
Moore to come, Roger that -- No bad Bonds -- Mike check!
Stay tuned! These revolutions will not be tele-advised
Down with Big Brother and all his peeps
The FBI, CIA, NSA
These men of letters to make freedom academic
Give us the Alpha and Omega
Though Greek to you
Jesus is what democracy looks like!

"Whoever desires to become great among you shall be your servant. And whoever of you desires to be first shall be slave of all." (Mark 10:43-44)

Some speculators conjecture
Is this some Tea Party?
Hoping to throw something, anything!
A fit
to a T
We never metaphor
So poorly suited
Where is this hittin' evidence
Part of some secret tribunal?
There is no green Tea Party
There is no black Tea Party
So what's Left?
It must be a white-tea party
Until every last one is poored from cracked pots
And the tooth is chippened

"From everyone who has been given much, much will be demanded; and from the one who has been entrusted with much, much more will be asked." (Luke 12:48b)

"No one can serve two masters. Either you will hate the one and love the other, or you will be devoted to the one and despise the other. You cannot serve both God and money." (Matthew 6:24)

"Our desire is not that others might be relieved while you are hard pressed, but that there might be equality. At the present time your plenty will supply what they need, so that in turn their plenty will supply what you need. The goal is equality, as it is written: 'The one who gathered much did not have too much, and the one who gathered little did not have too little.' ” (2 Corinthians 8:13-15)

" 'For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in, I needed clothes and you clothed me, I was sick and you looked after me, I was in prison and you came to visit me...Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.’ (Matthew 25:35-36, 40)

“Is not this the kind of fasting I have chosen: to loose the chains of injustice and untie the cords of the yoke, to set the oppressed free and break every yoke? Is it not to share your food with the hungry and to provide the poor wanderer with shelter - when you see the naked, to clothe them, and not to turn away from your own flesh and blood? Then your light will break forth like the dawn, and your healing will quickly appear; then your righteousness will go before you, and the glory of the LORD will be your rear guard. Then you will call, and the LORD will answer; you will cry for help, and he will say: Here am I. (Isaiah 58:6-9)

"Whoever claims to love God yet hates a brother or sister is a liar."
(1 John 4:20)

"What good is it, my brothers and sisters, if someone claims to have faith but has no deeds? Can such faith save them? Suppose a brother or a sister is without clothes and daily food. If one of you says to them, 'Go in peace; keep warm and well fed,' but does nothing about their physical needs, what good is it? In the same way, faith by itself, if it is not accompanied by action, is dead." (James 2:14-17)

“Woe to him who builds his palace by unrighteousness, his upper rooms by injustice, making his own people work for nothing, not paying them for their labor. He says, 'I will build myself a great palace with spacious upper rooms.' So he makes large windows in it, panels it with cedar and decorates it in red. Does it make you a king to have more and more cedar? Did not your father have food and drink? He did what was right and just, so all went well with him. He defended the cause of the poor and needy, and so all went well. Is that not what it means to know me? declares the LORD." (Jeremiah 22:13-16)

" 'The ax is already at the root of the trees, and every tree that does not produce good fruit will be cut down and thrown into the fire.' 'What should we do then?' the crowd asked. John answered, 'Anyone who has two shirts should share with the one who has none, and anyone who has food should do the same.' " (Luke 3:9-11)

Word!!
Seeing is believing
In parks and public squares across the land

"All the believers were one in heart and mind. No one claimed that any of their possessions was their own, but they shared everything they had...And God’s grace was so powerfully at work in them all that there were no needy persons among them." (Acts 4:32, 34a)

Then, from the Department of Divisions and False Profits, an unholy-owned subsidiary of a yet-to-be-named front corporation, a very limited liability corporation, came the following press release:

Though Wall Street profits speak freely for themselves, this is what we greed to:

You have heard it said, "If you have two cloaks, give one to someone who has none." But, due to inflation, the terminally low standards of Wall Street execs, and negotiations behind closed doors by people who know things that we don't, I tell you, "If you have two homes, give one to someone who has none; unless, of course, you really need that extra home, then, it's O.K."

You have heard it said, "You shall not murder, and anyone who murders will be subject to judgment." But I tell you, due to bulk discounts, issues of national sovereignty, the dissembly of international laws, and having a totally kick-ass, shock-and-awe army, "foreign policy shall be exempt when aggregating multiple murders" -- where such aggregation takes into proper account the weighted value of American versus non-American lives, typically between 100:1 and 5,000:1; of course, adjusting for race/ethnicity, religion, socioeconomic status, and other factors that cannot be revealed for national security reasons (lest we have to kill you).

You have heard that it was said, ‘You shall not commit adultery." But I tell you, "the definition of 'commit' is under official review; in any case, this only applies only to uncertain individuals, not entire nations or economic systems; and there is that little somethin' somethin' about working girls being exempt."

You have heard it said, "Do not break your oath." But I tell you, due to convoluted and intentionally muddled language, as well as rampant non-disclosure agreements, "Oaths are for display purposes only and should not be construed to have any real meaning."

You have heard it said, "Love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you." But I tell you, due to a new kind of never-ending war on terrorism and on anything that might possibly be mistaken for terrorism; and, of course, necessary wars, declared and undeclared; and, don't forget, police actions, both domestic and foreign, "We suggest that this should be a family decision, preferably kept in the home, if you have one."

You have heard it said, "Give to the one who asks you, and do not turn away from the one who wants to borrow from you." But I tell you, due to privacy restrictions on credit reports, incomprehensible lending agreements, and undisclosed arbitrary prejudices, "Submit your first-born for collateral and we'll get back to you, with only an occasional crucifixion, literal or otherwise."

YES, we have heard it said, "Blah, blah, blah, yada, yada, yada; including but not limited to, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera." But we tell you, "It ain't necessarily so."

Have we been overherd?
Big Brother watching over us
Thought police just doing what they do
That Obama-nation of sheep
Bleaten down
But listen in to call
In Los Angeles speak
How fa LA LA LA LA (where code can't break 'em)
Where the stars are
Announcing the won
A sign greater
Than Holly would
To free us from Yokeland, to Maine streets, everywhere!
The ideal list
Sky righting
As they say
Reach for the sky
Pointing fingers at somebody else
Flat on our backs
Still looking up
Daring to believe
In those shooting stars
"Love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you."
God, how could anyone bridge this gap?
Out of touch
Out of reach
Offering only constellation prizes
Ready to beat
The Vaguest odds (go Vegans!)
With the-logical under-pinings
We don't need to be shot by some naive cupid
What heavenly angle
Could bring together the right wing and the left wing
A pro-claim
"Be not frayed"
Sticking together in the face of night sticks
Pre-dicked-ably, to be published in the Herald
The good tide is coming!
A new day for the shiftless
Let's bridge the gap!
That is at least 99%
What is humanly possible
What more could you ask for?!
Could we divine more than that?
Well, in Los Angeles speak
L.A.-ing in a manger
Find him in a crib
Worthy of the finest wrap stars
God, you the man!!
Still, the 1% pitifully miss the whole point
Only able to react by dis' gust
"Jesus, what were you, born in a barn!"
The Spirit of Christmas
From whence does it come, and from whence does it go
Who can tell
The beginning is near
A stream of people, a fitting tributary to a child born to occupy humanity
And as the Son sets
Knowing only the prophet motive
We will never to be idoled again

"Never again will there be in it an infant who lives but a few days, or an old man who does not live out his years; the one who dies at a hundred will be thought a mere child; the one who fails to reach a hundred will be considered accursed. They will build houses and dwell in them; they will plant vineyards and eat their fruit. No longer will they build houses and others live in them, or plant and others eat. For as the days of a tree, so will be the days of my people; my chosen ones will long enjoy the work of their hands. They will not labor in vain, nor will they bear children doomed to misfortune." (Isaiah 65:20-25)

The end.
Not!
 

This epic poem can be downloaded at: http://TopPun.com/Christmas-on-Wall-Street.pdf