Two out-of-the-stratosphere

wealthy brothers toss a pittance

here and a pittance there, here

a pittance, there a pittance, every-

where a pittance pittance, chump

change, coffee money. Do they

flip for the privilege of funding

deceptive ads watched by those

who don’t read beyond what they

watch on the T.V. which glows

so blue for the pedestrian walking

by late at night? Scare those glued

to the tube out of their fearful wits.

The brothers play Chicken Little in

the yard and cry, “The sky is falling,”

to those cowering in the coop and

old, white-haired roosters and hens

squawk and screech high-pitched,

“Bawk, bawk, bawk, bawk!” And

the fragile experiment in democracy

more and more resembles an

animal farm while a fox smiles

a shit-eating Cheshire cat grin.