Monsanto Man
by Jon Rappoport
November 25, 2013
the faces at the bar just want the news
smooth lines
a little dip here a little wave there
you know, professional
sleep
music is playing
some old sentimental country tune
“she left him” “he left her” whatever the hell it was
3am stumbling from his seat to the bathroom
Jack is counting his change
that’s all he’s got left
after The Company raped his land
giant superweeds are all Jack’s got left
so Jack sprays Paraquat and 24d (heavy poisons) on the weeds
la la la
he has to buy new seeds every year from Monsanto
la la la
(and when The Man found Jack had inadvertently used Roundup Ready seeds without paying for them he sued Jack)
la la la
3am stumbling back to his seat at the bar
Jack still doesn’t know what hit him
the tune keeps playing
“he left her” “she left him” whatever the hell it was
the faces at the bar look at Jack
they have no idea what he’s been through
the faces at the bar are watching the news replay
another drone attack
baby diapers
restless legs
neutralize stomach acid
invisible makeup
GE, Pfizer, Glaxo, Syngenta
“he left her” “she left him” whatever the hell it was
one drunk at the end of the bar says “it’s a strange night”
everybody stops and listens
they don’t know it but they’re hearing a giant wave of poison coming out of St. Louis
towering above
the plains
So deep, so blue the night
so quiet
there’s a painting hanging above the bar
a man wearing a cowboy hat
his lips curled in an old sneer
Jack holds up his hands
and says
“my family was on this land for a hundred years
do you know what that means
do you know what that means every day
and now the lights go off
the lights go off
they want me to sell
I fell for their pitch
they took me to the cleaners”
numb faces at the bar
listen to the sound of the rising wave of poison
they don’t know what Jack means
but they get the gist
a woman screams
everybody can hear rain on the metal roof like bullets
“he left her” “she left him” whatever the hell it was
the bartender says, “yeah, well, my ass hurts”
and everybody starts laughing
they laugh
&laugh
tears roll down their cheeks
they pound their heads on the bar
they fall off their stools
they roll on the floor
they’re yelling and picking up chairs and throwing them
and now the President comes on the news and says
“we’re all in this together”
a TV news crew busts in with lights
and Jack walks up to the camera and says
“my family’s been on this land a hundred years
do you know what that means
every day for a hundred years
and then I fell for Monsanto’s pitch
and they wiped me out
they took me to the cleaners”
the camera pans and catches people throwing chairs, rolling on the floor, laughing and weeping
“he left her” “she left him” whatever the hell it was
maybe it wasn’t something then
but it’s something now
laughing&crying
…a different look
a different look
coming into the eyes
the TV reporter a brittle blonde with skinny legs says out of nowhere as she looks around the room, “man, I need to get laid tonight”
then she addresses the bar
“are we talking about a death machine here, people? or do you want me to keep it polite? shall we all skate and pretend it’s good? shall we sit down and have a meeting and analyze what’s happening and deliver a report…”
people in the bar stare at the camera for a long time…
then they say
death machine
they say death machine
“he left her” “she left him” whatever the hell it was
the tune ends
who are the soldiers who go out into the fields of America and Africa and Asia
and South America to push food
changed forever
into the mouths of billions of waiting humans
pockets empty
Jack walks out of the bar into the rain
and moves along the road
under the sky
and begins to stride
his pulse picks up
a
titan on the earth
Jon Rappoport
The author of two explosive collections, THE MATRIX REVEALED and EXIT FROM THE MATRIX, Jon was a candidate for a US Congressional seat in the 29th District of California. Nominated for a Pulitzer Prize, he has worked as an investigative reporter for 30 years, writing articles on politics, medicine, and health for CBS Healthwatch, LA Weekly, Spin Magazine, Stern, and other newspapers and magazines in the US and Europe. Jon has delivered lectures and seminars on global politics, health, logic, and creative power to audiences around the world. You can sign up for his free emails at www.nomorefakenews.com
I am always amazed at the imagery you create. You have the ability to concisely state the worrisome condition, that we find ourselves in. It is like a foggy disillusioned feeling, and an utter lack of faith in everything we ever knew. Facing a Matrix of disproportionate proportions.
[…] /www.jonrappoport.wordpress.com / link to original article […]
Monsanto should have the snot sued out of them for the damage they did by everyone who lot anything.
[…] poem not strange enough for ya? Then try this one, too: Monsanto Man. And read his “explanation” of why poetry, when prose is so much more reasonable. […]
[…] Jon Rappoport’s Blog (No Ratings Yet) […]
Speaking of associations, knowing Donald Rumsfeld as we do now, is it any surprise that he was Monsanto’s CEO? Any CEO of an outfit like Monsanto has to be a demon from hell, thus, D. Rumsfeld (one of the chief architects/perps of 9-11) was perfectly in his place at Monsanto.