Pimp My Top Kill Live Feed Mothership
Pimp my Top Kill Live Feed Mothership
Pimp it with a legendary Saddam relationship
Pimp it with three-day throttle like a pimp beats a whore
Pimp it fast with patches of dry skin from Chris Matthews
’cause pretty soon nobody’s gonna care
Pimp BP’s little port-a-potty mistake with the Top Kill Live Feed
posing for Playboy ’cause this spill is already pimp!
Pimp the dead cajun way of life with flava attainment, swankienda style:
with a disco ball in a Top Kill Live Feed club with a laser!
Poor people can always dance
Pimp me some CEO martyrdom as a last stand for pussies
that can’t honestly kill a man so they remotely soak a pelican
Pimp me every second of Rick Warren and associate pastors singing “Brick House”
’cause they think the world needs more “Brick House” singing
than Top Kill Live Feed bringing
Pimp me some wiki-educated bitch keepin’ it real:
“I would prefer to be Jackson 5’ed by Steve Jobs than hear about some new
boring ocean problem … in other words: pimp me pimping a snake
being weaned from your balls”
Pimp that minute fraction of a second when you realize you just
made a huge mistake, and then you pimp
“Pimp My Lotto, Super Jesus!” to poor people
via “supply-side economics”
And what about the endangered nacho?
The endangered pimp hand of celebutainment?
Btw, I thought the oceans were already dead
It’s difficult to make a statement that will be different (or stronger) than the living “statements” made by the participants in the so-called “Cochabamba Water Wars” in Bolivia in 2000. Led by Oscar Olivera, the Coalition in Defense of Water and Life — made of up organizers and citizen-activists — took to the streets of Cochabamba to protest the privatization of the municipal water supply by an international consortium (which included the American corporation Bechtel). Among the protesters were peasant irrigators, retired factory workers, pieceworkers, sweatshop employees, street vendors, middle class anarchists, the homeless, and children. These everyday citizens succeeded in defeating the consortium, forcing the executives to flee the country in company jets. In considering the bravery of these ordinary people, I wonder (and I include myself in this question): why aren’t we, in this country, taking to the streets every day to protest what corporations are doing to us? to our water? to our world? We all — and I include myself in this — should be ashamed of ourselves, but we can look at that shame as the true seed of change, planted in our minds NOW. We can make the necessary changes, but first we have to change ourselves, our thinking. We desperately need to start paying attention. As teachers and artists we already know how to do that, and we can — and should — encourage others to do that.
Sharon Mesmer is Fulbright Specialist grantee, a two-time New York Foundation for the Arts fellow in poetry, and a member of the flarf poetry collective. Her most recent poetry collections are Annoying Diabetic Bitch (Combo Books, 2008) and The Virgin Formica (Hanging Loose, 2008). She teaches at the New School.