This wonderful poem was written by our comrade Jeri Marie when we all worked with Queers Without Borders. We bring it out this year in tribute to Jeri and in tribute to all the hard work that is done and being done by our queer circle of folks.
As the capitalist media, corporations and their soulless management prepare for the “holiday” onslaught of constant media brainwashing, senseless greed, manipulation, practices of usury to enslave, and on and on and on; not to mention the sickening music with which to march the lemmings to their malls of worship ~ I offer you our annual queer rendition of ‘Twas the Night Before Black Friday.
‘TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE BLACK FRIDAY
By Jerimarie Liesegang of Queers without Borders
Twas the night before Black Friday, when all through the store,
Not a cash register was ringing, not even a penny rolling on the floor;
The sale signs were hung with the rollback prices near,
In hopes that the greedy capitalists would soon appear;
The store associates were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of the morning cheer and squiggle danced in their heads;
And the Managers with their Walkie Talkies and the CEO with his serpent,
Had just settled down for a long winters holiday enslavement,
When out in the parking lot there arose such a clatter,
That the Blackwater Guard sprang from his post to see what was the matter,
Away to the front doors he sprang like a flash,
Tore open the cash registers and threw aside the cash,
When, to the Blackwater guards’ wondering eyes should appear,
But a hijacked manger, so devilish and near,
That he knew in a flash it must be the Queers,
With a little old driver, who so looked like the messiah,
He knew in a moment that it must be St. Sylvia.
More rapid than rich gays to an HRC rally they came,
St. Sylvia whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
“Now, Richard! Now Timmy Now Frank and Paul!
On Jerimarie! On Matt! On Kyle and Neil!
Fly away from HRC! Fly away from the Corporate Gays!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!”
As FEMA and government built levees before the wild hurricane fly,
That when they meet gay capitalists, they mount to the sky,
So up to the store front doors the queers did fly,
With a sleigh full of explosives and St. Sylvia too. (more…)