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Sketches of Three Communistic Big Heads 

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1. Xi Jinping

Who thinks this belly-flopping avarist is good
except those marrying the flies that buzz and hiss
while he rips up the world, gnashing it to cud
until it udders out as worthless golden piss?

They’re turd-land-dwellers sympathetic to the Devil,
who say his job’s a job that somebody must do.
They want to wed the warmth at Jinping’s shrinking level,
down at the place where putrid wastes of worlds accrue.

This emp’ror does wear robes—lacquered thick with sin—
that in themselves are no more than a thread-rubbed shroud,
massed cover sheets of lies whose spread is balding thin—
and from his mouth he burps a poison mushroom cloud.

Napoleon’s phrase from days gone by may still sound shocking
but matches Xi—“A heap of shit in a silken stocking.”

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Poet’s Note: the quote in the last line comes from something Napoleon is said to have said of the crafty statesman Talleyrand. 

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2. Vladimir Vladimirovich Putin

Feelings are not facts, of that fact I’m aware,
so I take care to prep my presence to succeed
in pin-pricked clothes in flag-pressed halls where princely flare
convinces viewers that my state-rule’s long decreed.

To embody statehood I’ve exposed my pecs
in verdant outdoor settings on my red high horse.
I thrive on shows of strength in suited walks that vex
my wife as I transmute my sex to statehood’s course.

(She is not with me on all the things I do
but she’s on-side, presentable, on trophy shelves
like most my subjects who abide and follow through,
convinced my oratory includes their loyal selves

—but mostly I have real-life zombies close to me
and closest still the embalmed minds of the KGB.)

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3. Little-Un (Kim Jong-Un)

All dynasties launch out of Chaos, then back in,
so Kim Jong-Un whips shipshape order in his realm.
His citizens sail freely to their scar-hard skin,
outside of which he fills the air and swerves the helm.

Jong-Un’s the wayward young-un to Big Bro Jinping.
Kim learns from watching Xi, how best to make ends meet
(the ends of public manacles, that sort of thing.)
Thus Kim keeps Chaos out of reach, short and neat.

As though behind a coffin, people walk the street—
they’re slow and hold their leader’s line, know his way,
display his picture in their homes, bow and greet,
are well re-hearsed to cry if he should pass away.

To keep down Chaos over all,
Kim keeps his subjects small.

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Damian Robin is a writer and editor living in the United Kingdom.


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9 Responses

  1. Roy Eugene Peterson

    Well considered portrayals of the “Big Heads” with salient material drawn from their lamentable existence.

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    • Damian Robin

      Thank you Roy. And Evan has chosen some apposite pics of the three bumpkins.

      P’haps a follow-up could be chirppy chimppy pictures of the three with see-no, hear-no, speak-no sense caption poems.

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  2. Evan Mantyk

    Thank you, Damian, for these spears of wit. You shake them well.

    Over the years, I’ve heard that Xi Jinping meant well but that he was powerless because of the faction of former leader Jiang Zemin (kind of like how Medvedev was technically leader of Russia for a while but it was still really just Putin). But Jiang died in November and Xi Jinping seems to be holding to the same course and preserving the CCP to its bitter end. There must be some Jiang faction followers he has issues with, but by now he really bears full responsibility for the monstrosity he is stirring.

    Just some of the latest news out of China: https://faluninfo.net/urgent-appeal-mother-of-u-s-citizens-secretly-sentenced-to-four-years/

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  3. C.B. Anderson

    Why, Damian, do you not tell us how you really feel about these three blind mice?

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    • Damian Robin

      I see a mischievous glint of irony in your eye, C.B.

      I know a lot of Chinese people who cannot return home because of what Jiang Zemin set up 24 years ago (the determined, pernicious, all-encompassing eradication attempt on the practice of Falun Gong, that is, as you know from your continued positive engagement and support of SCP, an attempted genocide). Many of these Chinese people who practice Falun Gong outside China have their family threatened in an attempt to stop them practicing. The recent case that Evan has linked to above is a similar ongoing tragic happening.

      I have also recently been trying to work out whether my grandfather was murdered by NAZIs in 1939 with 5,000 other Poles including Jews (my wife is Jewish) or by Soviets in 1941 in the forests in the Katyn area with 22,000 other Polish POWs. My mother, who was not Polish but my father was, was ever-anxious of being followed by communist spies.

      I’ve just used these crackheads of state as emblems for a godless load of godless souls following godless goals. The third one being a bit of a cliqué spoiled little boy toddler but with real soldiers, real guns, and real war-heads on real rockets to play with as he wants but luckily he has some maturity (or cowardice) to look at what his bigger blood(soaked)brothers do first.

      I appreciate (what I take to be) your askant praise at my emotional response to these blind non-humans. Appreciated.

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  4. Margaret Coats

    Most unflattering, Damian. I don’t really know that I should indicate which I think is best, but your best line is the prose “crackheads of state” sentence addressed to C. B. Anderson. The best poetic portion is the third quatrain on Xi, where you outdo yourself on the emperor’s clothes, then simply cannot stick to the topic, but bring in his bad breath. I probably should hit the dirt and let the blast wave pass over before I don my gas mask.

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    • Damian Robin

      Thank you for your observations, kindly put, Margaret.

      Having finished these pieces and read and considered the slant of the comments, including Evan’s, I have an entrance to a mine to stagger into and make some similar sketches if I wish. — Or if anyone else does, they could too.

      Thanks again. Your comments are always fruitful.

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