Ted leaned back in his chair and gazed at the tapestried sprawl of the landscape. Outside his
window, the gears of Washington D.C. ground on—indifferent, industrial, and blissfully unaware
that three people in a cramped apartment were attempting to diagnose civilization over cold
coffee and some crumpled poems.

"Does cynicism," Ted asked, turning the pages of a poetry book in his hand, "actually help
anybody?"

Kris nodded slowly, the way people nod when they've been thinking about something for a long
time and feel relieved someone finally asked. "I see many of the poems in this book as a
cautionary message," she said. "This reminds me how far political rhetoric can drift before it
stops sounding absurd as people accept nefarious lies as normal lingo."

Tim pointed a timid finger at the ceiling, adding, "Satire is a pressure valve," he countered.
"A harmless way of venting something that would otherwise corrode you at the core. You laugh —
or wince — and either way, something gets released."

Ted remained unconvinced. He cast a skeptical eye toward the text, where the bold, bloated words
of the Honorable Horace A. Greenbauer stared back at him:

	PROJECT FREE-DOOM!
	An Address to the U.S. Senate Appropriations Committee

	We need smarter bombs, gentlemen —
	proud and precise instruments of freedom,
	engineered to erase our enemies
	and guarantee global liberty
	with acceptable margins of collateral error.

	We need a bomb for each trusted citizen —
	a personal, portable, patriotic protector -
	to defend our values,
	protect our principles,
	and keep our glorious country free.

	Let's all work together and marshal 
	the might of our military-industrial maze
	to foster a stronger economy.

	Let us demonstrate that we aren't afraid 
	to attack others in defense of our dividends,
	our quarterly quotas,
	and the sacred, time-honored principle
	that scapegoats must pay.

	Let us prove we aren't paralyzed by moral scruples, 
	Let us strike now in defense of our dividends,
	and the sacred, stone-cold statute:
	that quarterly quotas count.

	And so, Honorable Congressmen 
	(and you dishonorable devotees as well)
	I encourage you to vote for this resolution:

	Bomb the living hell out of anyone
	who looks at us sideways,
	flouts our fiat,
	or undercuts our margins.

	This bill will fatten our pockets 
	and will give our enemies
	a true taste of hell.

	[Applause. Standing. Savage. Sustained.]

The room went quiet.

Ted stared at the ceiling, his jaw working slowly, like a man chewing on a shard of glass that
refused to be swallowed. When he finally spoke, his skepticism had mutated into a dark, heavy
clarity.

"Sometimes," he said, "satire feels like a slow-acting poison." He paused. "Other times it is
the only medicine left in the cabinet."

Tim nodded and wrapped his hands around his mug, bracing himself against an invisible chill.
"Isn't that the truth of all tools?" he asked softly. "It all comes down to when, why, and where
you're standing when the shrapnel hits."

Kris said nothing. She picked up the poem again, read the last line once more, and set it
face-down on the table.

Outside, the city continued — indifferent, grinding, carrying on.

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from _AmeriSong: Poetry, Art, & Dialogs about Amerika_ by T Newfields
LONG-SUMMARY: An alliterative spoof of military rhetoric and a somber frame story exploring 
whether political satire functions as a corrosive poison or a necessary medicinal wake-up call.
SHORT-SUMMARY: A satire about American imperialism and military financing in Honor of Lenny Bruce.
KEYWORDS: political satire, American chicanery, doublespeak, duplicitous rhetoric 
political rhetoric, militarism, democratic absurdity, social cynicism,  
war economy, dark humor, post0democracy, moral corruption 

Author: T Newfields [Nitta Hirou / Huáng Yuèwǔ] (b. 1955)
Begun: 1994 in Shizuoka, Japan / Finished: 2026 in Shizuoka, Japan
Creative Commons License: Attribution. {{CC-BY-4.0}} Granted

Disclosure: This piece was partially generated using AI tools for styling and ideation; 
            human editing was then applied.

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