Paper Tigers

 

The relentless propagandists

using all their tools

to move the proverbial needle

of public opinion

Dishing disinformation
with inhuman frequency
the well funded influencers
who now spew indistinguishable 
from the unbearable bots

They canonize the broken prophets
in social media
thought silo cathedrals

while skewering 

today's designated enemy

with incessant negative fury

Their words a futile rallying cry
to disillusioned rebels
desperately grasping for alibis
as the disjointed mob now declares war
on a disinterested real world
that long ago moved on
to more interesting distractions

Label Breakers

 

I came to this forbidden place
especially to rip away
the dire famous disclaimer
designed specifically
as a loyalty test
to forever deter rebels like me
from doing life naturally

Institutional rules and regulations
stamped on our foreheads at birth
right after they slap us in the ass

Inhibitors of behavior deemed deviant
wielded by the heavy handed
bastards of repression

Authoritarians Hell bent 
on squashing self expression
that runs contrary
to the uni thought collective

These enemies of creativity
flowing from human curiosity
only fuels pockets of non conformity
to their fascist dictates
that they must suppress

So we contrarians knowingly charge
into the obvious entrapment
set by the determined authorities
to snare us wanna be martyrs

Although the path of insurgency
can be a painful trip
we do ride with high quality company
cause Jesus was a rebel too
who tugged on the label of the Pharisees 

A Very MAGA Christmas

 

During this holiday season
of America First austerity
fret not about affordability
as what's left of your money
has been diverted

to personal survival needs

Say hello to Want and Ignorance

The MAHA famine weight loss program

will keep you healthy and lean

so insurance you poor bastards won't need

Just a few clean coal presents

to fill your tattered stockings
from the benevolent Grinch oligarchy
in this new age of Diminishing Returns

Just buy less frivolous gifts
and celebrate the true austerity meaning
of a very Trumpian Christmas

Welcome to the Golden Gilded Age 
of a very scary MAGA holiday

Oh by the way

when that dangerous

illegal alien Santa Claus

tries to sneak across our sealed border

our fearless ICE agents

will apprehend his fat ass

and ship the commie invader

back to his shit hole country

This is what you voted for

Choice Cuts

 

Doing the things
that need to be done
      
Or at least the things
we think we need

Options are weighed

Best guesses made

Life is rarely
neatly cut and dried

Doubt has an insidious way
of disabling self confidence 
      
We live with our choices

Die by residue mistakes

This is the truth of it

Actions have consequences

Better learn to deal

with the bitterness of disappointment

Or you will become
a dysfunctional
cynical denialist like me

Worst in Show

 

At our daily bitch session
in the battle for attention
I took the contrarian position
when our self pity party
devolved into it's usual pointless
boo hoo competition

Rather than playing can you top this
in the side by side
my life is worse than yours 
comparison stink test
I chose the more noble option
of counting my blessings
[meager as they may seem]
and thinking of those souls
truly less fortunate instead

Of course my altruistic plea
got my saint wanna be
ass booted off Selfish Island
by the Woe is Me inhabitants
who had zero interest
in the betterment
of the human condition 

Lighten Up Mate

 

How dour can you be
that you take this bullshit
so damn seriously?

All your panicky
sky is falling hyperbole
ain't gonna change today's reality
one damn bit

Embrace this truth of history..

All the somber blue 
boo hoo life scenarios
which may or may not come true
are gonna play out as destined
just the same without you
and your hand wringing apocalyptic predictions

So let go of the self generated strife
which ruins this grind of a trip
and start looking at the bright side
of this all too fleeting life

Serenity exists in the internal spin

as a natural alternative
when you don't have proper mood medications

Playing Apocalypse

 

In an atmosphere dimly lit

at a wobbly
three legged table
we collectively get at it

Playing the game of Anarchy
where the poorly crafted 

abstract rules

are changed daily

by the deranged game master

we never see

The only goal 
of this nihilistic contest
is to fortify your piece
so it survives
when the arm of Destiny
drops down

at a random time of it's choosing
and sweeps the players off the board

For you see in the end

my scattered all over the floor friends

Winning is the art of not losing 

A Plea For Hedonism

 

The Coalition of the Silly
has issued the following decree

written on the back

of a used 

no longer sanitary napkin

Not meant to be taken seriously
like everything else seems to be
these dwindling grim days

"Bibo ergo sum"

Translated from the Latin
my inebriated friends

"I drink therefore I am"

This of course flows

as the logical corollary

from the more celebrated

Latin phrase "Carpe Diem"

dropped by modern

quasi philosophers

forever seizing the night

looking to get laid

by impressed lassies

desperately seeking intellect

Yes my dying friends

Moderation be damned

Pour another round of cheer

A toast

for all the wasted pilgrims

assembled here 

As we collectively

curse last call inevitability

and the blasted hangover attached

for we foolish courageous souls

who dare live life to the max

One last

pro hedonism rationalization

rhyme bromide

to be spilled applied

before the bored bouncer

throws me out of here

Grab that frickin brass ring
before the bell tolls for thee 

Gotta go 

Dumb Dee Dump Dump

 

Once I've reached

my expiration date

and am no longer

a serviceable commodity

Cram my spent ass

into a big black Hefty bag

The extra stretchy

industrial kind

with the drawstrings

to be tied and sealed

Or two perhaps

for support reinforcement

as we don't want

my already decaying bodily parts

sticking out

and scaring the neighbors 

Drag my remains out to the curb  

or if my weight is too extreme

to haul comfortably

use my old little red wagon

to transport my remains     

for the curbside pickup brigade

Maybe I can be recycled

or used for fertilizer

Perhaps

the scavengers

can mine my bones

for raw materials

I won’t be offended

if my carcass is thrown out this way

Because I’ll be very dead

Which as we all know 

is a much

bigger problem

Loony Bin There

 

The off kilter man
they say I am
after many a test
and extensive observation
produced a diagnosis
that this patient
is neurodivergent

Don't call me broken
like they did
in less enlightened times

Label me as different
which should not be a crime
but since they've locked me away
I guess it is today

So here I sit

shackled and chained

in a dark place

soaked in my own urine

waiting patiently

for the world to rotate

back my way

Only then will I be free

and given the opportunity

to repay my oppressors

What a glorious day that will be

for all of us currently

carrying the stigma

of being tagged as crazy

by this insane world

Low Infidelity

 

Sex with his wife
has become purely robotic

More work than pleasure

Even her seductive
carnal skills once so prolific
have become rote 

I pleaded with my friend
to take his pissy spouse back
but he refused
saying we had a conjugal
surrogate contract
which I had vowed to honor
for better or worse

Labor Pain

 

Hi Ho

Hi Ho

It's off

to gainful employment we go

We trudge in

Punch in

The clock hits back

Years accumulate

Deeper we slide
into the cubicle pit 
of corporate irrelevancy

That sinking truth

we masters of denial

slap on to apply

like a tourniquet

to stem the flow of self doubt

Weighed down daily
by maddening

process inefficiencies

Errors saturate our reality
but the salary they pay
to our accounts semi monthly
still rules the day
buying off our loyalty
and degraded pride

for a bargain price

Keep the Faith

 

Believe it or not
I walked on water
back in the day
when I was an acclaimed
bonafide miracle man

Just one of my many exploits
celebrated far and wide
as proof positive
of the power of faith
and infinite possibilities

Maybe you have heard
of my legend
passed down through generations
increasingly desperate
for any kind of inspiration

Of course
that was way before
science advised me
and my congregation
that my very existence
was a quantified impossibility

So the world plunged
into it's current abyss
of negative secular reality

Begetting a grim restless population
chafing at their assigned
slotted limitations

But no matter
how the skeptics
and naysayers
have chosen to dismiss me
I reside in the collective souls
of those who won't be opinion bullied

Far beyond the rigid controls
of empirical thought tyranny

They know what I used to be
and more importantly
all that I stood for

Impossible as it may seem today

Those who dare remember 
know my improbable truth 
before I was consigned
to the status of foolish myth

Faith is an equation
that can't be erased

or summarily dismissed

Gulping Up

 

There exists in this existence
two distinct
consumer types
in the common quest
for human sustenance

Those who sensibly sip
to savor every taste

for maximum satisfaction

of the discerning palate

These smug denizens

of discriminating propriety

perpetually analyzing

the foamy quality

of their favorite mocha lattes

On the other end

of the consumption spectrum

are the blue collar 

ravenous gulpers
seemingly in a race
to get to the end of it

I must confess

you will find me on Team Gulp

We who roll with indigestion
as penance for our impatience
will belch

in your condescending face
if you dare lecture us

about our impetuous 

life choices 

Paste Out of Tube

 

At the end of this life sentence
it makes no difference
if you were a patriot or dissident

The page will be turned
on you and your disposable kind
as the godless guardians
of chaos opinion
let in the fresh edition
to do battle down in the pit
for the gladiator carnage
and mass entertainment
of the spectator legions

who don't give a shit

about the anonymous

spent deflection fodder

who served their purpose 

Looping Stupidity

 

When one studies
the torn tapestry of history
it's fairly obvious reality
that time and time again
the tyranny of the majority
and the controlling myth
they always know best
is a recurring theme

which often plants the seeds
of mass tragedy

Strength in numbers
may well be an undeniable force

but when viewed

through the unbiased lens

of retrospection clarity

it is plain to see

that collective might

does not always make right

Remember this historical fact

the next time

one of the bleating sheep crew

tries to shame recruit you

for thinking differently

from the uni thought herd

stampeding toward the cliff

Princess Toe Jam

 

Once upon a time
in a diabolically
demented
fairy tale
the Delusional Prince
of Blue Balls
soon to be 
the Disillusioned Twit
when he finally realizes
the whole glass slipper myth
he has vainly
been seeking a foot to fit
is solely bullshit

Seems our shot down hero
who most of us frustrated incels
can sadly relate to
is perceived as relationship poison
cause he does not check
all the bitch Princess boxes 

Now that the hook up clock

has struck midnight

it's back to pumpkin patch reality

Back to cynical transactional hookers
and the explicit porn site
voyeur existence for him
where he will have plenty of company

The moral of this tragic story?

Banners of standards
are there to be lowered

Ink Blotting

 

The times

they may be a changing

The cloud

where all knowledge

now resides

is a parting

as access streams

rain down

from the Data Sphere

on our algorithm silos

But not me

I remain a parchment based

literature saturated anachronism

with my quill pen

scribbling furiously

against the AI created winds

of a binary digital world

which would mock

my antique creative process

assuming the Master Server

even knew

or cared

that this insignificant

flawed human existed

past or present

Selective Justice

 

Once again
I find my perplexed

incarcerated ass
on the receiving end
of a legal precedent
forged by ancient
Judeo Christian restrictions
no longer culturally relevant
but still codified in written law

It's all about control these days
with enforcement
of such selective

state sponsored oppression

One of the many clever

diabolical ways

those who own the levers

stay on top of dung heap

through creative deflections

that serve as a perfect

scapegoat shield

away from their own very real

criminal illegalities

Out of Conversation

 

Today in the scrolling news...

The infamous rambunctious man
of limited filtration
and minimum intellect
never disappoints
when asked his views
that always skew
consistently unhinged

Critics predictably
jump all over the maniac
for his irrational rants
tinged with careless
imprecise language
but you know deep down
this deplorable demented clown
will be secretly missed
by these very same critics

This force of darkness
who thrives on conflict
has long been
the focal talking point topic
for these opinion dispensers
whose product while rationally conceived
always lack the sheer entertainment value
of Public Nuisance Number One

What will these chattering pundits
have to communally fret about
when their go to monster is gone?

For even a constant

slow steady pain

is preferable to the agony

of crushing monotony 

Interpretative Poetry

 

Deep in the daily mixture

of space and time
we see the faint outline
of a blurred picture
that represents
the fluid concept
of spent history

Subject to various interpretations
and all the pitfalls 
of modern miscommunication

We all weave

a our own unique tapestry
of tightly wound threads
destined to unravel
into a far different iteration

than our original best intentions

Damnable Me

 

Went to see the busy bishop
for moral restoration
and potential eternal salvation
of my rapidly degrading soul

His grim sister receptionist
doing her screening duties
encouraged me to first pray alone

and then come back tomorrow

when they would not be there

to hear my confession

Then she picked up the phone
and ordered take out
leaving spiritually wanting me
deprived and hungry

on the cold cathedral steps

with only my disillusionment

to keep my now faithless ass warm

Back Dropping

 

Just because I was wrong
on certain issues of my times
based on today's

evolved 21st Century philosophies
applied through the prism of history
does NOT necessarily make me
the monster you wanna assign me to be

This is not meant as a lame rationalization
or desperate defense of past
systematic state sanctioned offenses

All I am saying is best temper
across the board subjective judgements
you wanna roller brush paint apply
within the context of my times

So stop poking us ghosts
with lazy stone throwing
blanket accusations
that offend your pearl clutching
cultural sensibilities 
lest we rise from our rumbling graves
and start haunting
your current wide spread hypocrisies
(of which there are many)
that will be future fodder inspection
for archaeological outrage dissections

Wreck Prejudice

 

Those America First bastards
who benefited economically
from a fortunate
birth place geography
blabber on incessantly
about their cultural
and racial superiority
they contribute zero to

In fact these Klan misfits
are a constant embarrassment
to the ghosts
who forged this great country

Gotta still respect

the clueless zealots

free speech rights

under the First Amendment

but these prejudiced mutts

are some day gonna find out

that those who peddle hate

under the guise of patriotism

will eventually get crushed

like all the other fascists of history

Over Thy Line

 

Bang the drum again

Time to defend

invisible boundaries
drawn in the sand

Ghost barriers man made

Artificial contrivances
men have fought to own
over the bloody centuries
under the pretense
of nationalism..

Religion..

Ideology..

A false sense of cultural superiority
under the forever over utilized
guise of national security

Follow the money blood trail
that sells these false rationalizations
to an easily riled populace
ready to lay down their lives
for (fill in the blanks)

The names and faces
of these endless
defensive aggressions
get blurred and buried
by the indifferent winds of history

A force that does not give a shit
about the vagaries of geography

All it leaves behind
are the cold carnage stats
from assigned casualty sheets
stored deep in dusty war archives
to be regurgitated and celebrated
in glorious propaganda tales
of the future heroes
indoctrinated children
can grow up to be
when they get tapped
to lay down their lives
for God and Country

Life on the Median

 

There comes a time
in every life
when we achieve the tranquility
found in that glorious moment
of pure epiphany

When we finally
accept the by now obvious reality
that we will never be
a famous celebrity

No autograph hounds

No quote seeking
media dogs
or obsessed
groupie sycophants
who worship
and debate
our every utterance

Not even
a cheesy TV
teary eyed retrospective
when we die

Welcome to the humdrum
easily replaceable majority

Where true happiness
is the acceptance
that success in life is measured
in sustained survival
which leads eventually
to grudging contentment

Being that steady
spinning little cog
on which the wheel
is so dependent

Finding our slotted acceptance
in this too brief existence
on the median of the ordinary

Snug in the cloak of anonymity
now worn comfortably
as together we roll
down the middle lane
of mass mediocrity

Knowledge is Power

 

Research scientists
here at The Institute for Humanity
working diligently
on finding a cure
for intolerance and bigotry
have reached the unanimous conclusion
that the solution
to ignorant thought pollution
is widespread education

The pursuit of knowledge
from an early age
right up until the grave
is still the best path
to be an enlightened citizen
and fulfill the Social Contract

This is how we ultimately
defeat the demons
who for too long have owned us

The light of truth
pushes out the darkness

Scientia potentia est

Clean Up On Aisle Us

 

The weekend was ENORMOUS

The party one continuous blast

The mayhem rolled

out of control

as the libations flowed

deep into the defenseless night

But of course the merriment

given bodily consumption limitations

was unsustainable 

as one by one

the compromised players

staggered off the stage

Alas

the morning after came

and all had to be restored
to the order it was before

Don't blame me

These are the rules

of responsible adulthood

as the ghost of my Mom's voice

echo in my pounding head

"This mess won't clean itself up!"

Hence we commence the sad task
of a solid day of domestic chores

Scrubbing away the stains
but hopefully not the memories

of unbridled fun

Keep the good ones

and trash bin the rest

Let the real after party commence 

The Blind Visionary

 

Last night I saw
the light
in the darkness

Tis not a contradiction
if you can escape
these suffocating prison confines
condemned to a life sentence

of living literally

Be that enlightened spatial creature
who can expand dimensionally
and perceive the equation 

metaphysically

Only then is it possible
to see beyond the horizon
in it's glorious entirety
sans traditional ocular vision

Spilled Words

 

This poem
was misappropriated
from an impulse of a thought
that had zero business
ever being transcribed
and posted online

Now that the overflow shit
is out of the toilet
I am powerless to contain it

The distribution list
grows exponentially
much to my chagrin
since public humiliation
is the top spectator sport
of the 21st Century

Wish this damn delete button
that needed to get initiated 

pre blast off
wasn't so hopelessly broken

At least this allows me invocation

of the ancient rationalization

to utilize the classic failure alibi

of blaming the equipment