Mad Again S’ Wake.

 I was inspired to write this after investigating Finnegans Wake. I haven't studied the Wake enough to say I am doing any justice to any of its techniques.  I would more of say that knowing of its existence freed to me play around.  I hope you enjoy:

 -- the solidarity of those who bleed.
Red-blooded Americans russhing, russing.
More subsidized stealing for the all the red commies now
Carnage, depletion, disrepair
You lose 

riverRand passed death paneled atom bomb eaves droppers infa ring new structures.   Urban suburban ex-sub-urban in the spirit of ‘55.   The growth.  The growth.  We’re going to lose the patience, as the flies gather.  Tough guy victims.  Victims taking turns.  Beelzebub.  Moloch.  The super nouveau laughter is the old frontier, cowboy and spaceship super-science rapture. The new sprawling cultural jam spreads over the wholey landscape.  A dream stolen is a nightmare --  sad!  The media’s massage is working out the kinks.  A Koch addiction not enough?   Drained brains and red opioid rush in rusted communities.  A new opium for the folk?  Just put America First.  Leave it to Beaver.  Father Knows Best. Unless it’s his brilliant boomer babies.  But now it is the best, as baby boomer daddies know.  You’re fired!  Trapped in tunnels of disagreement, while a boss overseas your work.  Oh, Madigan.  You are now one of us.  And it’s okay to be mad again.  They talk more than they ought.  And --  Unstoppable evil empire! The greatest enemy we have faced! With no morals. . .  They’ll kill us all.  And, you’ll be obsolete, humiliated, exposed, inadequate.  Us--Is or I.S.S.R.  It doesn’t matter.  Gunmen turned Islamic turned terrorist.  Terror, Madigan, terror!  Toughness through terror to be one of us.  Killer robots in the sky.  Sterile, shiny, robot friends and factories to agree with your anti -media -social party line.  Yes we Can! Make America Great Again.  Hope and Change and Drain the Swamp.  When will the America's nightmare end?  In the meantime, opioids and crack. . .

Koch country's votes are in.  But now the pop bubbles, with a too close mini-soda as a clue. Miracle! Victory! It’s a new red dawn for America’s mourning, so be blue no more.  Have confidence.  You con do anything, thinking positively.  Grab your lady and your racket to escape the trillion screams. Moloch finally shows his hand. . .  bashed open sewer skulls. . .   A heart flush! ate-up brains and imagination down with alligators to St. Petersburg sewers.  Urban legend, fake news, tall tale.  Moloch! Unrealized dream now writ in tombstone.

A contract ripped apart.
Wind-swept ashes
and the narcotic tobacco haze of capitalism
Wake up, Madigan
Open your eyes, see, and feel --