Although he composed these poems years before the terrible events, he describes somehow the essence of that which was so obviously going to occur when Ronald Rexona ascended to the position of Supreme Hole of Arrogance.
First, the Lady of Liberty and Light mutates into the United State of Arrogance, also known as Madam in her Fat Car. Then she proceeds to set herself upon the world's resources and began to drain them dry "...like some giant tick" as the unknown poet so graphically puts it.
But shall I not let him speak for himself?
"In the Final Analysis, when all has gone down to dust – what then?"
"What will happen will happen -- but none of it is inevitable. The Great Potato did not write a divine screenplay and we all are bound to recite our lines on cue. Those who will say otherwise are liars and cheats."
Far worse are those who await with joy that the end should come and actually work to bring it about, telling themselves and misleading others that the "Fix is In" and they will all be Ruptured to the Great Colander in the Sky to live in bliss with the Great Potato. Indeed, they are ten times ten times worse than Chewedass who only betrayed the Idaho – these betray our common humanity.
These brambles in my secret heart
reflect the open wounds which tear the world apart!
This is more than just a simple plea,
we must see the evils spawned by secrecy!
There comes a tyranny such
as the world has never seen. It will sit and suck
the world dry as it brazenly rips
the flesh from living beasts. It will then smugly sit
and bloat. It's like some giant tick,
which turns the world into piles of excrement!
You laugh, and say: it isn't so?
The signs of it are flashing everywhere you go!
The fact is that there are no facts,
no real facts, commanding now must come the attack.
Nothing but agendas hidden
and a march of men bidden to Armageddon!