Time to Go - A Rap by DJ TazzieDog

No power. Does it matter? Fuck, yeah, the trickle down gloom permeates your existence, their insistence that power is theirs alone dooms your water boy, say girl, stature, capturing the best years of your life, strife with condescension lapping up their pasteurized rapture, their ascension to capture the brass ring. Well, it’s time for inclusion, break into the boardroom. No keys? Fuck the “please” the “Yes sir”

Oh the pratter, the power broker chatter that dispenses what does and what doesn’t matter, shallow souls 

dilettante toads croaking out loads of ribbeting snippets of self-serving prose. It’s time to go. It’s way past time to go.

Thank You Note To Hillary Clinton

Dear Hillary- i miss you already. I didn't realize what a steady presence you were in my life until you disappeared. I was excited to know you were out taking a hike with your dogs recently, the first spotting since our ugly election and thought how refreshing it must have been to have that hike reported as just a hike, rather than a final walk before your brain tumor takes you out, or hmm, those hiking shoes are hiding a severe pronation problem due to debilitating scoliosis, or you were secretly meeting in the woods with a Goldman Sachs official to pick up a cache of money stashed away in the hollow of a dead tree. It was just a walk and I wish I were the woman who, by good fortune, came across your path. I would have said "thank you" for these years of dedication and hard work for the causes you believe in. Most people don't take the time to get personally involved in the causes that stir their hearts. You are one of the rare ones who has dedicated your life to working for the "others"; the working class, women, children, families, those who have no voice. You have been their champion and are certainly mine. I'm sure you are worried about the direction our country is about to take, as i and the majority of our citizens who voted for you are. So, please, even though it is understandable if you wanted to leave the country and tell the media and the politicians and the pundits and the entire republican party to "fuck off" , please don't. We still need you. We are scared and angry and need your steadiness and experience to guide us through this shitfest we are about to enter. Perhaps being outside of the political circle will allow you to have greater clout, free from the unbridled scrutiny into every aspect of your life. I don't know where the vitriol toward you comes from but you must have been hitting buttons and sending off red flags, making those who should be uneasy, uneasy. Something about your strength and female moxie, no doubt. The non-scandals you were put through and the unfounded nonsense that was used as a distraction to keep the country focused on trivia rather than substance, were weathered by you in a dignified and grittingly graceful way. Now, we are in quite a pickel and must reap what we sowed. I, for one, want you to know that I had nothing to do with this travesty of an election other than defending you, arguing for you and voting for you. And while i did get a bit caught up in the first woman president narrative i supported you because of your values, leadership, experience, talent and intelligence. The woman thing was just a bonus. I feel a tremendous sense of loss that you won't be our 45th president and instead we will be stuck in a reality nightmare with a two-bit charlatan and his entourage of characters right out of Mad Magazine. We really don't deserve you but we need you. Please don't be a stranger, be our firebrand.
With all the admiration i can muster through the tears, i am respectfully yours, Laurel.  p.s.  In order to cope with the election results and to help quell the anger by morphing it into activism i have started a group at my workplace called, Coffee with Hillary. I work at the University of California, San Diego and know many co-workers and students who are experiencing depressed states of mind similar to mine. So, the idea is to meet every two months to have a political therapy session, share ideas on how to combat the nasty things coming down the pike and activate. I use your name as our inspiration. I hope the concept will catch on at other campuses and that it's OK with you.

Marjorie, Summer of '16

The will to live is gripping
White knuckled so,
Round after round after round
Another blow
Why me, why has this happened?
Yet on she goes,
I.V. drip of confusion
Nothing she chose
Save, for the intervention
Too scared to close
Her life, her breath, her everything
So on it grows
The will, the life-gripping will,
Only she knows.

Drumpf Unhinged - A Rap by DJ TazzieDog

Drumpf morphed into Trump
A sump pump of toxic waste
Saving face, cloaking disgrace
Hate dumped into the space
Of the white, angry males
Who hail hearty from the lies
Of this cynical swine
His ballyhooed brand of
Business acumen
Just a flim flam scam
Devised to master them
With his cheshire grin
And simplistic spin
He riles the unrulies
Unhinged fools he's foolin'
With his "Make America Great"
Hate mottoed on caps
The saps bow down to his
Fuckface antics, the fanatics
Hear his vitriol call of
"Build the wall, Build the wall"
Bait and switch for the dispossessed
The underbellied festering
Mess of bigotry who follow his plea

All the while his tongue 'n cheek
Lays claim to headlines
Which is all he seeks
Parsimonious pageantry a new low
In this election a go-go
Freak show

Honoring Rachel Carson - A Rap by DJ TazzieDog

She set the scene for a silent spring
No singing, no trilling
No tweeting nor milling
About the bath
No splash nor preening
The "Fable for Tomorrow"
Cut all dreams from dreaming
Her perspicuous bite
Of prose mightily right
Frightened the toxin purveyors
Intent on disarming the bitch
Whose science turned snitch
And narc'd on the bastards
Disaster ensued for the Dupont brood
As their pesticides rained from the skies
Imbued with a blanket of lies
Complaints would arise from a public
Apprised of the demise of their
American pastoral
And she was on it, was Rachel C
Before Congress she whipped the ass of DDT
Like white on rice
She sacrificed a quiet life
Free from the strife of hard hitting
All hands on deck dickheads
Researching the fuck
Through their eco-sucking muck
Dichloro, Diphenyl, Trichloroethane
An evil axis defiling the terrain
With a greed filled game
She was hip to the sleaze
Breezed through chats with JFK
Pointing out the science and the facts
The need to act without delay
She laid it on the line
Did Rachel C.
And the EPA is her legacy.

The Lord's Prayer-Enhanced Interpretation Version

Our father, notice the small "f" which is grammatically correct, due to the possessive pronoun "our" preceeding it, which art in heaven, "who" might work better than "which" since we are talking about a person, or rather, a deity, but still a being of sorts rather than a thing. Although, truthfully, this is not a real father, at least not mine. My father's name was Robert, Bob for short. He was an atheist who called himself agnostic because the alternative seemed so...Hallowed be thy name, not Bob, my father, but the deity father with the small "f". Sacrosanct and all that. By using "thy" it sounds as if I might be addressing the deity father, although that remains inconstant.
     Thy kingdom come
     Thy will be done
     In earth,as it is in heaven
Unless we are voyaging to the center of the earth, Jules Verne style, into the very core of magmosity, the preposition should be "on". Although "in heaven" seems OK since heaven is more a conceptual place that floats about behind pearly gates or some such fantasy. Give us this day, our daily bread...Well, there is an implied "you" in that command, seems as though the speaker to deity relationship is getting a bit muddled, or maybe the speaker feels the power of the earthling.
     Forgive us our debts, yet another demand which could be read a couple of ways:  please forgive us for taking on debt, or forgive us for the things we owe, symbolically speaking, or "hey you, eliminate our debts now", and lead us not into temptation, well, why would an upstanding deity do that, purposefully lead us astray? Keeping that same trajectory, he would also and deliver us from evil, although generally a delivery is to something rather than away from something. Why not deliver us to goodness?
     For thine is the kingdom, the power, the glory...would a deity, an all-knowing small "f" father fall for such fawning?
     Forever? The question mark here is mine alone.

Cross At Your Own Risk - A Rap by DJ TazzieDog

Think your path has consequence?
Well, there is none
To one whose quick glance
Sees only a chance to
Step on the gas.
Impatient to gun it
From stop sign, to run it
Their radar will plummet
To flatline you on it

Be careful curbside
Those text talk eyes
Lured by off road chatter
A gad about mad hatter
Wouldn't notice your splatter
You simply don't matter
Don't you get that?
Your shiny shoes
Your bags from Whole Foods
Tattered in a nano-second
Less than...
'Cause you're a pedestrian
The crosswalk is no friend.