“Welcome!” The salutation says
you are invited to the feast
jump in, jump in and let us stir you just
follow the signs past the thin trail of sugar
and jump headlong into the slightly sweetened dough
there's no need for health-care where you're going
your needs will be magically met listen
can't you hear our fine intentions as
the powerful fingers of our party need/knead you
thrill to our open hands as indeed we shape/fool you
into thinking you don't need a safety-net
trust that you are safe with us to
rise, rise, rise swiftly up within the loaf
ours is the only family that you require
as you swell up past the rim of the open
bowl is the only place to meet your maker
don't you believe that God warning
is behind us as we work you into the fold
you don't need a thing like welfare to recover
and social security is redundant for the willing,
the hearth offers so much comfort to the righteous,
come sit near us as we inch you ever closer to the glowing flame
isn't the table lovely where you'll be featured
see there you have your own gilt/guilt plate
you won't need entitlements or education guests/fools,
right there beside the butter alongside our gushing
heartfelt/pretend gratitude in the prayer before the feast...
you will be rightly praised for your invaluable
assistance as we the entitled few raise you to our lips
hear us, as you slip over our pitchforked tongues down
past our sweet talk and good-faith promises
as you swiftly ride atop a wave of biting/bitter tea
into the churning belly of our billion-dollar beast...
Lucy Meskill
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