Desperate Attentions

 

What women do not understand

that the best way to get a man

is to submit to their every demand

Now that those of a feminine gender

have been triggered by my sexist audacity

maybe they will temporarily cease ignoring me

Even anger is preferable to silence

when you roll this lonely

down the boulevard of the unloved

Lucky Me

 

As bad as 2020 has crashed out...

This veritable Murphy's Law litany

of seemingly endless calamities

infecting the strained soul of humanity

It's not as easy as it use to be

for me to invoke my overplayed

"count your blessings" cliche

but I do cling to the one absolute truth

that never fails to pull me through

all these days of maddening strife

When faced with the challenges

of this grind of a life

it's not such a daunting task

to climb this slippery peak

with you forever by my side

as my loving and always patient wife

HAPPY ANNIVERSARY MY LOVE

Requiem For Jefferson

 

One can live quite comfortably

within the confines of alternate reality

where chewable truth is dispensed

in easily digestible increments

In this antiseptic environment

the air is purified crystal clear

There is no "them" pollution in here

Dissent is kept outside the bubble

No radical elements will be admitted

Contrarian agitation only leads to trouble

For in here there is just one train of thought

running on a one track collective mind

reinforced with soothing repetition

that serves to solidify the party line

As our real Universe continues to spin

Exploding perpetually out of control

the alternate reality mode moves in

to fill the void with darkness stability

So maybe this is how democracy expires

Not with a bang, but with a flickering fire  

  

The Projectionist

The Master of Projection

(a.k.a the pot who calls the kettle black)

is doing mass toxic scandal deflection

calling on his minion network again

for maximum smear distribution...

Facts of course are irrelevant...

Context gets drowned out by rapid repetition...

On such distraction the con man thrives...

Sleight of hand guides gullible brains

into contrived conclusions pre ordained...

Pick their pockets while they praise your name...

This is the true art of the steal...

Sp lit Self Destruct ive

My left side despises my right

who responds to every slight in kind

with blistering attacks on it's opposite

This perpetual state of needless conflict

is going to greatly shorten my life span

if I can not perform an internal reconciliation

on my lack of mutual self respect situation

Baa Baa Club

We can take the sheep to water

but we can't seem to make them drink

Knowledge will always be elusive

to those who refuse to think

Stuck sucking on the shriveled teat

of mythical orthodoxy

These are the lost children of history

sadly destined never to be redeemed

Down the Rabbit Hole

How bad can it be?

Really?

Interesting query

Or are you waxing rhetorically?

Seeking misery variations of degree

metaphorically with your half full glass

of dispassionate introspection?

Add this tidbit to your analysis

to gauge our current state of sadness

When pondering depths of misery

there is always a dungeon

with a rabbit hole addition we created

awaiting us

deep beneath the basement

Sin Bin

The God we did invent

to track this sin concept

has become quite antiquated

and thoroughly irrelevant

in this age of mass discontent

The chains of behavior control

have been loosened permanently

All that remains

are sporadic pangs of conscience

from a bygone age

when peeps still gave a damn

about consequence

Cannibal Clubbing

Wanted to hook up with this chick so badly

I looked past her radical Antifa tendencies

So she took me to her favorite Deep State eatery

The Cannibal Club based in socialist L.A.

where all the best leftist celebs go to feast

on the succulent tender flesh of children

I always thought this was just a kooky QAnon myth

but there were the Clintons standing next to me

as we walked past the all you can eat Carnivore Buffet

At a corner table were the Obamas

dining on finger food munchies

as they chatted with the Spielbergs

who were busy sipping their blood lattes

My date order the Creamy Infant Bisque

which she proclaimed to be the house specialty

Seeking to avoid political confrontation

I told my dining companion I was a vegan

She called me out on my lie immediately

and screamed that I was a closet MAGA fascist

whose interest in her was purely prurient

The mood in the boisterous bistro grew tense

The Cancel Maitre d came over to denounce my existence

Banishment from this horrible establishment was decreed

for this was no place for such a fussy citizen like me

I wish this doomed relationship

with the sexy communist

had a happy ending

but at least I got a taste

of how the depraved half lives

More Than Worthy

 Unacceptable return on investment

was the label I once wore

back when I was not such a hot commodity

This brutally universal assessment

was the genesis of my depression

that extended deep into this century

til I finally came to realize

the folly of letting others devalue me

Confessions of a Frustrated Puppet

Deep down we all knew
truth on social media was skewed

Our click algorithms fed the slant

Dividing us into warring camps

Each side with their own versions of truth

Advocate text soldiers fighting battles fervently

Harsh debates raging on perpetual loop

Friendships became collateral casualties

Deflecting attention from our true enemy

Yanking our chains strung from shadow clouds

Life Redefined

Today's fluid ambiguities

are wrecking prior reliable metrics

to such an extent

that no one knows where we're at

For us to get back knowledge

we gotta lose these pointless measurements

Recalibrate standard definitions

and reboot the glossary

Bitches and Brats

Why in these days of mass discontent

I find myself constantly invoking

the "Two wrongs don't make a right" argument?

One would think by now this would be obvious

but uncivil discourse has become so childish

with all this tit for tat bullshit

Frustrated zealots now two sides

of the same tarnished coin

Instead of engaging contrarian views

in spirited, constructive debate

partisans instead hurl fire bomb invectives

which only serve to create

a culture of "us versus them" politics

This lack of civility is very depressing

For we as a society truly are regressing

when we should be stepping up

to collectively meet the challenges

of these trying times

Censor Tripping Bitching

Perpetually pissy minded purveyors of erasure

Wrecking the current conversation with censorship

Slathering on their suffocating versions

of what passes for art in their narrow minds

Tis a power tripping orgy of dangerous bullshit

Today their suppressions are but a mere annoyance

but beware the path of slotted thought

as the cancel culture drags our asses down

into the tyranny of one size fits all perceptions

No Means NO

I finally nailed little Miss Tease last night

Took a lot of alcohol to spread those legs

She protested meekly through her drunken haze

but I know deep down she wanted it

despite her lame hard to get protestations

Just another of her coy flirtations

I had to power through

This morning she said

I raped her fine body

While studly me contends

the hook up was consensual

I ain't worried

The slut has no case

She would get roasted before a jury

given her sleazy whoring past

and yet....

Her tears do seem very real

Perhaps I did move too fast

I wish I could take being such a dick back

but I gotta play out the harsh denial rap

lest my rape culture ass goes to jail

Perfume On A Pig

We danced like children

amidst the rubble

of the recently toppled past..

A jig of mutual delusion

that we had somehow blasted away

the stench of our wretched history

Of course this was yet another

desperate futile gesture

cause you can't cancel yesterday

Humanity would be better served

if we focused our energies

on fixing the injustices of today

Ghost Whisperers

On the fringes of plausibility

the usual suspects congregate

Spinning tales of intrigue

peppered with bitter conspiracy

Those who desperately wanna believe

are always the easiest dupes to deceive

Such useful idiots are they

to spread the poison gospel

that pollutes social media today

Delete Bin of History

passive AGGRESSIVE man
destined to bite the hands
of his many enablers
who perpetually look the other way

Of course there will be consequence
and desperate historical analysis
but it will all be a fruitless retrospective
of the rewrite guilt trip variety

My Twitter Addiction

Used to think I was lonely

A forlorn forgettable freak

A sexually frustrated geek

Then I fell into this Twitter shit

Please don't call it X

you Gulf of America nitwits

Now I know I am NOT alone

Spending heavy segments of time

with this clique of desperate exhibitionists

No, I don't wanna see your saggy tits

and I surmise you don't wanna view my scruffy dick

Please oh please do share your thoughts on current politics

Let's fight like bitches for the amusement of rich high followed influencers

Maybe they will retweet the bullshit we write

Make us stars for our fifteen minutes of eternity 

What a pathetic lot of losers are we

By now you should have ascertained

I am NOT here to make friends

or grovel for your approval

Who the Hell are you anyway?

Just random letters polluting my smudged screen

Blips desperately seeking social validation

Here we are all equally worthless

Gloriously beneath

the protective umbrella

of posting anonymity

One way or another I am going to have my say

So go ahead and block my sorry ass

for hypocritical violations

of a moral code written in crayon

Report offensive me to the content authorities

For I am NOT here to make friends

or fake ass acquaintances 

Revelation Impact

Jumped from a fourth floor window

Forty feet down to the ground

Cause five stories seemed too high

and two simply would not do

I wanted to die just right

Needed to feel my bones collide

with the waiting earth below

to finally and forever know

just for that last crash moment

what it was to be alive

Freaky Sheep

I know you want me
to stay in my assigned lane

React in the prescribed ways
as the playbook dictates
for all crammed in the pigeon hole

Sorry to disappoint...

I wanna make my own choice

Which very possibly
will not endear me
with all the other sheep
suckling on conventional orthodoxy

Post Apocalypse Harvest

The tide rolls in as scheduled..

Churning a foamy blanket..

Always good to see old friends..

Though we know it's temporary

We hungry gulls wait patiently
for the inevitable global revolution
to reveal the feast when the tide recedes
as we reap the spoils of planned anarchy

Rolling Hollow

Don't wreck my non sequiturs
posing as avant garde art

So what if the message is unclear?

I'm shooting for a higher truth here

Scour between my clouded lines

After empirical analysis you will find
a great spiritual reveal
about the depths of my emptiness

Mirroring our frivolous society
wrapped in a transparent shroud
of disposable nothingness

The Theory of Maybe

There is no reality like alternative reality seeping through the cracks of the Multiverse Time and space when bent do get frayed as the dimensions become stacked and overlayed I know this blended Universe concept is mind bending disconcerting but it's just another well meant theory

that went off the tracks rogue A comforting blast of scientific creativity designed to bolster our species self esteem that we be all knowing beings

just faking our way through the Cosmos

Slugs and Bugs

I do so prefer living under this rock

with all the slugs and bugs

a repelled society seeks to suppress

The conditions in this environment

are damp and cool

even in the most oppressive climate

Our hard cover exterior

offers protective shade

from the deadly effects

of the glaring spotlight

which brutally evaporates

and reduces to dust

we non conforming types

the outside world rejects

We just wanna exist in peace

though many of us suspect

those you deem beneath you

will still be around

long after your fragile

house of marked cards

burns to the ground