O’Liargram

The red light on big square camera goes dark. And the children come by singing:

O’Liargram, O’Liargram,
How I love your bed to sleep in.
O’Liargram, O’Liargram,
No truth escapes the sheets you sleep in.

Branches doled in careful measures,
Your roots are fed by market treasures.
O’Liargram, O’Liargram,
You bloom in courts, you thrive in ledgers.

O’Liargram, O’Liargram,
You hum us into sweet derision.
O’Liargram, O’Liargram,
You sing the thugs out of prison.

The pillow stuffed with shredded notes,
The blanket stitched from stolen votes.
O’Liargram, O’Liargram,
Money earned by money floats.

The chamber hums with quiet clocks,
The gavel swings, the cradle rocks.
O’Liargram, O’Liargram,
Bed and bar tab really talks.

NOTES AND PROVENANCE

“O’Liargram” works as a children’s rhyme built on the mechanics of institutional power. The poem exposes a system where truth is not suppressed with force but smothered with comfort — beds, sheets, pillows, and quiet chambers. In this world, justice is not blind; it is drowsy. The lullaby format is deliberate: corruption isn’t exceptional, it is routine enough to be sung. Every image — the shredded notes, stolen votes, humming clocks, and bar tab — describes how decisions are made when the cameras shut off. The nursery tone makes the indictment sharper, because it shows that the next generation has already absorbed the rules. Nothing here shocks the children; they recite it as if it were the alphabet.

The poem’s title marks the institution as a hybrid of court, market, and tavern — a place where verdicts follow ledgers and privilege floats to the surface just like money. The imagery of blooming, thriving, and thriving in ledgers ties the system to organic growth: corruption is not an intrusion but the soil in which the institution is planted. “You sing the thugs out of prison” and “bed and bar tab really talks” capture how outcomes depend not on law but on favor. The poem stands as a record of how the system maintains itself: by turning injustice into a bedtime story and making the unnatural seem inevitable.

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A children’s lullaby exposing the institution that trades truth for comfort and justice for ledgers — a bed where power sleeps well and the price is always paid by someone else.

PLEASE NOTE: O’Liargram has nothing to do with M-A-R-A-L-A-G-O.