Foolish Domain

The fool that is me

Sprinkles seeds in concrete

Waters them with poetry

Waiting on harvest fantasies

The fool that is me

Writes verse by moonlight

Crafting rainbows at night
that nobody sees

The fool that is me

Choking on self serving 

well deserved anonymity

So full of rage and blame

at his foolish dreams

slowly dying

on the toxic vines

of creeping reality

Funeral Party

Today
we put on our
best somber threads
and lay to rest
another player dead
from team humanity

The Pious Man of God
choreographs
the closing show
even though
he did not know
our stiff friend
who had not set
foot in a church
since his wedding day

We snicker at the irony

His grieving widow
dressed in death black
leads the boo hoo brigade
showing affections
she displayed rarely 
for hubby in life

We snicker at the irony

The middle aged kids
who hadn't
spoken to 
dearly departed Dad
in years
struggle to spout 
proper funeral cliches
in all the morbid
chit chat

"At least he's at peace now"

We snicker at the irony

The farewell caravan
runs red lights
all the way to the cemetery

The death mob gathers round
the perfectly shaped
final resting place hole

One last chance 
for the women to sob
and the men to pretend
they have their tear ducts under control

We the assembled know
the terrifying
terribly
threatening truth
staring back
from the coffin
is a reminder
that
one day
the hole
and the 
preceding hypocrisies 
will be for us

Think I'll get
my sorry carcass cremated
and my ashes scattered
all over my grieving asshole enemies
so they can collectively gag on their hypocrisy

The Top Shelfers

Apostles of greed
always take more than they need

Consuming without apology
with all the arrogance
of modern day royalty 

Praying at the alter of Darwin
with smug superiority
and pompous feelings
of entitlement

Power inherited down
through the gilded generations 

Robber barons who assume
the top of the pyramid
is where they are destined to stay  

Cause at the end of the day
they know they own the game

War Crime$

Throughout our bloody history
soldiers have died
in many uniforms
and guises

Not for a flag
or any particular
political ideology

They did not perish
for you or me
their countries
or even their families

They gave their lives
cause they were
ordered to do so
under penalty
of treason

by old men of means
who pulled all the strings
from corporate castles
well behind the lines

Spoon fed
all the clever slogans

Selling fear
and patriotic zeal

Dehumanize
and demonize the enemy

Who in turn does the same
to herd up all the warrior sheep
for battle conflict slaughter

Bloody fodder for the history books

Battle lines bolster the bottom lines

Wars end with grand parades

Speeches made to honor the dead
as the back room boys count their profits
and plot to invest
in the next needless war

No It All Creatures

See the smug face
of arrogant man

Your current dominant species
prancing about the planet
with his shiny tech toys

We think we have it all figured out
with our magical science advancements 
and best selling philosophies

When in reality
the sum accumulation
of knowledge
lodged in our underutilized brains
is just a speck
of microchip dust
on the universal data base

Our pretentious crew

ain't nothing more

than chattering monkeys

jumping up and down with glee

when our shit

we throw at the wall

actually sticks

Bouquet of Inconsistencies

The high court of public opinion
finds me publicly charged
with the crime of indecent hypocrisy

I offer up the defense
that we all have moments
when our reactive actions
run contrary to previous pious proclamations

That person we imagine we are
gets jarred, then blurred
beyond human recognition
by the realities of harsh circumstance

Leaving us guilty hypocrites
with egg on our faces
as we are led away in handcuffs
for a long stint in repercussion prison

Vulture Club

I ask myself occasionally
as I babble on internally

and incessantly
like an introspective psycho
why humor has become
such a difficult concept to grasp
in this easily outraged society
where so many get offended
by people they don't even know

Perhaps their righteous indignation
is but a lame deflection show
to mask their own insecurities?

A desperate plea for attention
and communal cyber moral validation
from other lonely distressed souls
trapped in similar repressed situations?

Or maybe they are just bitter 
hopelessly jaded uptight asses?

I don't know
but these "gotcha" vultures
really gotta go

for they do offend

my comedy sensibilities 

Beasts In The Mirror

Right off the assembly line
we were all products of our times

Unfortunately our model has now been discredited
by flaws today condemned as defective

Maybe what we are can never be totally fixed
and perhaps we are lacking in modern efficiencies

No point trying to defend what use to be

It only comes off as lame rationalizations
but if you do choose to study history
in the rigid box of modern sensibilities
you'll never grasp the third dimension to these events
if you don't take the time to apply proper past context

Of Morons and Men

Back in the day
as we dinosaurs like to say

Men were men
women knew their place
and gays were still in the closet

Twas a macho 
testosterone driven utopia
of stoic heroes
who viewed emotions as weakness
(Unless of course it was a fist planted in the kisser)

Looking back through the prism
of objective historical analysis 
we really gotta admit
these repressed assholes were full of shit

and a constant source of embarrassment

to the male gender

Social Tremors

Cannibal crawl tonight
on the crumbling boulevard

Legions of street creatures
suckling like neon parasites
on a carnivore binge 

Shadowy residents
of soul less asphalt canyons
never exposed to sunlight

These vampires of city nights
viciously prey on each other
while suburban squires
spectate this nightly feeding frenzy
on their 60 inch flat screens
as they reinforce
their security moats
and pray the underworld
stays beneath their feet

Maybe someday
those with nothing
but shared desperation
will organize
and channel
their frustrations
into a break out force
demanding economic parity

A movement to forever slash
the divide and suppress
social control net
that has kept the undesirables typecast
as victim fodder for the evening news