Enter that dark place again...
Surely it is inevitable
Is it not?
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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
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...
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
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
How bad can it be?
Really?
Interesting query...
Or are you waxing rhetorically?
Seeking variations of degree...
Metaphorically...
When pondering depths of misery
there is always a dungeon
deep beneath the basement
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
is the residue of guilt
from a bygone age
when peeps still gave a damn
about consequence
Wanted to hook up with this chick so badly
I looked past her radical Antifa tendencies
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
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