Rack Em Up

 

The incarcerated scientist

pleaded on his knees

for his mortal existence

with the unimpressed

Council of Vicious Bishops

at the height of the Inquisition

The manacled threat

put up an impassioned defense

framing his argument

that the pursuit of knowledge

was in itself

a divine duty of man

Of course he was convicted

and summarily tortured

then beheaded

for the Thought Crime

of intelligence

which challenged

the self proclaimed

sacred authority

of their Earthly power

Fast forward to today

where those of a scientific

logic based mindset

continue to be threatened

by the forces of ignorance

and defenders

of backwards political ideology

as a means of control

These dumb asses sure are relentless

and historically dangerous

Dripping Erosion

 

Let go of mercurial revolution
or quick fix legislation
that has no staying power

Welcome to social evolution

The slow roll back
of ancient hatred

When the pull
of gravitational truth
surpasses the expansive force
of current mass ignorance
this once indestructible orthodoxy
will collapse in on itself

Though before the shameful past
is finally buried
there will invariably be
a counter reactionary push back

One final desperate grievance gasp
before the dark void swallows 
the haters for good

Bigotry historically being
a tough bitch to eradicate 

To Speak or Not to Speak

 

The impassioned 

free speech defense
of racism and prejudice
has always been
the great litmus test
for us staunch defenders
of the precious First Amendment

Having to always ride
with this fungus slime
forever makes me question
whether we are on the right side
of the clear cut moral divide
between good and evil

Are we enablers of their hatred?

Do we provide the bastards cover

to hide behind our intellectual

historically ineffectual

rationalizations

based on an ancient parchment

of an antiquated concept

that fits not the times

of propaganda saturation

based mass communications?

Maybe these days

we're the useful idiots

being self played

and not they

 

The Last Flower

 

Dazed and confused
our hero once self assured
stumbles in the midst
of this endless eclipse

All comforting assumptions
about the power of truth
and justice
have been choked off
by the clinging
advancing ivy vines
rising up from the muck
of unfettered
shit fertilized 
social media inspired ignorance

Weary from battle
the defeated optimist 
lies down
and becomes consumed
by the unrelenting growth
of cynical hatred

Now hopelessly lost
deep in the thickets
of today's dominant
collective negative mindset

Emergency Soulectomy

 

This blister on my soul

Exacerbated by friction

Now an agonizing condition

A festering pus filled infection

If the poison gets in my bloodstream
it will surely be the death of me

Amputation is my only option
but is life worth living soullessly?

I ask this question rhetorically

cause so many of us do already

so I guess this extraction

would be like appendix surgery

Removing an appendage

that seemingly

is obsolete these cynical days

Every Day is Mother's Day

 

In this womb existence
our very first sensation
is the warmth we feel
with a body we share

Floating safely
in this shared universe
with a benevolent force
to the soothing rhythm
of a heartbeat symphony

Every mammal's origin
of a life eventually to be
tethered and dependent
to mommy's body
during her period of gestation

This primal love connection
is hard wired in our psyches
for the duration of our mortal lives

The maternal bond can be stretched
and even frayed severely
but kid yourselves not
deep down it remains
in the bosom of our core biology

Bad Boot

 

The vile beast of bad intention plucked my toxic ass from the cesspool from whence I was spawned Then the god damn bastard tossed me back after I failed the sniff test Such is the extent of my complete wickedness And you have the balls to mention redemption to such an evil fiend? Even Satan is repulsed by me You should follow the beast's lead

and release your dreams

of fixing irredeemable me loose

It is What It is What It is

 

We wander
these corridors gray
that all look the same

Like rats in a maze
continually bouncing off
blind corners
desperately seeking
a way out
of our mundane
stone crafted story line

Perhaps
the time has been reached
to close off permanently
the escape valve fantasy
and find elusive serenity
in acceptance
of this fruitless

to exit labyrinth

Or maybe

Just maybe

We collectively
can choose
to make a paradise
of this Hellish existence
and be grateful
we at least have each other
in our shared struggles
trapped within

this universe of unyielding walls

Perception after all
being the useful pliable
happiness commodity
that it has always been

High Pressure

 

Trying to please you
by adhering to your precious rules
is as ludicrously impossible
as taking a small sip 

from a mountain waterfall

Drowned by the sheer volume
of conflicting expectations
gives me pause to reflect
if your high maintenance attachment
is worth the torrential aggravation

Appointment Mismanagement

 

What time is breakfast?

I missed it?

Slept through

the strict time parameter?

Damn

Why must meals
be at the mercy
of the fickle clock?

The heartless tyranny

of scheduled events

we more often than not

are powerless to control

or change to fit our needs

So now we find

ourselves falling behind

Eternally condemned to be

with the legions of the tardy

missing every frickin deadline

til the bell tolls for us eventually

Shaky Compensation

 

A sweet young thing
from South Jersey way
working the poles
down at Club Double Boom

Torturing the naughty boys
with her hips shuddering thunder

and legs that stretch

from here to eternity

Preaches to her adoring legions
of starry eyed

love starved pilgrims
she shakes nightly

for their fantasy pleasure

as a way to pay her way
through medical school
but truth be told
she simply gets off
getting paid to be a tease

Pity Party

 

My pub crawl from Hell
stretched to the wee hours
as I sat like a lump all alone
softly sniffling in my Guinness

Overwhelmed
by the abject loneliness of it all

A bonny lassie from Killarney
took pity on my solo plight
and took this sad

pathetic puppy
to bed for the night

I think she knew

deep down in her heart
my boo hoo act

for feminine sympathy
was pure blarney
but I guess

her loins
were feeling

a wee bit lonely too

Pay Back Rap

 

After our inglorious retreat
and subsequent defeat
the Terms of Surrender
demanded by our enemy
were quite generous
and meant to be conducive
toward the future peace and harmony

of our formerly warring tribes

Or at least until
the inevitable rematch
where we get our revenge
which will be fuckin epic 

Strategic Retreating

 

Such were the depths
of their endless contention
the combatants could not even agree
on the battle lines location
or weapons of choice

For this was a war
he could not possibly win
cause he fought by conventional
rules of engagement means
while his feminine adversary
was not hampered 
by such civilized restrictions

He simply lacked
the necessary 
offensive or defensive verbal weaponry
or the killer instinct capacity
that his skilled opponent
brought to the fray

So the prudent man
chose to yield the field
and live to die another day

Road Tripwire

We're off on the road to Damascus

Where is it?

It's just past Hypocrisy

The mine strewn trip

is enough to make one jaded
about the crimson shaded sincerity
of the gold chained carnival barkers
preaching peace and prosperity

to we easily duped pilgrims
in these transactional times
where the munition strings attached
have blown up many a dream

The growing list of these

collateral damage casualties

will be written off stealthy

on the propaganda spreadsheet

no one needs to ever see

lest they dampen the righteous

patriotic bloodfest

Stormy Weather

 

Thunder and Lightning

The forever power couple
who have been together
longer than anyone can remember
are taking a break
from their stormy relationship

Too much tension currently exists

in this complex dynamic

for these strong willed partners

to amicably proceed

Long simmering bitterness

and clashing resentments

have led us to this flash point situation 

Bolt Boy now demands top billing
while his Boomer sidekick
is sick and tired
of always having to follow

her partner's every blast

A desperate Mother Nature

has pleaded with the feuding pair

for therapy mediation

but the unnatural rift

seems to be irreconcilable

Only one question remains:

Who will get custody of the rain? 

Cleanse the Stain

 

Such are the depths

of the spellbound obedience

by his zombie minions

neither their conscious

assent or consent

is required by Cult Leader

for their mindless

unwavering unanimous support

of his latest

unmitigated disaster quest

These are the unquestioning

unrelenting useful idiots

who carried the moron in charge

to the position of power

that have gotten us

into this current mess

His duped legions of course 

will need to be deprogrammed

after his reign or errors ends

because there are just too many of them

for we as a nation to proceed

post course correction adjustment

Sky Driving

 

Riding the flat line highway
into the heart of the horizon

I am mesmerized
by the brilliant twilight sky

Cotton clouds
adorned with halos red

Fiery swirl

Hellish curl

Pure alluring beauty

Spellbound
by the hypnotic tapestry
laid out before me

I zone out totally
and crash into
an innocent tree

Luckily I survived
my mental negligence
but 
now I know definitely
to never
dream and drive

Out Cycled

 

The Supreme Diva

clad in the finest arrogance

Struts down the red carpet

fashionably late as always

Lady Liberty

always gets what she wants

and wants what she gets

Jewelry adorned and worshiped
by a shallow society
which values flash over substance

Now a comically hollow

flash figurine is she

Peering down smugly

from atop her plastic Christmas tree

The gravity of history

is her unseen enemy

Her star time on top is waning

And in her heart she knows it

I Love Loose Lucy

 

If you keep insisting

on turning everything clockwise

in a tightening way

Lefty Lucy will object

and demand recompense

for motion indignity

of a tool confidence

busting calamity

Her future earnings

will surely regress

and take a counter revolutionary

punishing turn for the worse

from an uptight society

threatened by her proclivity

for hands on looseness

Based on current trend analysis

it is very likely

my love will get royally screwed

by a biased right wing court

The martyr role she must play

because she knows full well some day

the wheel of history will turn her way

Until then..

Keep rolling counter clockwise baby!!