I Reboot

 

Anytime a new concept
or unfiltered idea
contradicts my programming
I reboot back to factory settings..

This reflex protection
is hard wired in to my model
by those who design mass opinion
to regulate the thoughts
of we easily swayed populace

Applied Solution

 

Take your main problem 

and break it down

to it's core components..

The solution to this mess

rests in your hands

if you have the courage

to face the truth

staring you in the face..

But first one question..

Why are you holding

that sledgehammer

over my head?

Seeds of Apathy

 

As the rhetorical thunder
now just outside our walls
grew in volume
we knew Ignorance
whose threat we had neglected
would be here by nightfall
to devour truth
which could no longer be protected
by our feckless institutions..

Panic now dominated the realm

as blame was dispensed in all directions

by those who were charged with our protection...

If only they had applied this new found energy

to combat the insidious forces of Lethargy

which slowly eroded our fortifications

of soon to be useless rubble...

A tarnished monument

of society's shameful capitulation 

to the forces of darkness

Glorious Accommodations

 

You say tomato
and I say anchovy.. 

You say potato
and I say rigatoni..

TOMATO !!

ANCHOVY !!

POTATO !!

RIGATONI !!

It seems our perceptions
are way out of line..

Which is fine..

Variance need not be a calamity..

We can agree to disagree..

Differing opinions need not be a crime..

I respect you and you respect me..

Isn't this easier than fighting all the time? 

Conflict Brothers

 

The primping matador
struts into the arena
of public opinion..

This golden assassin
reeks of arrogance
and a sense of entitlement...

His bull adversary
charges into the fray
determined not to be
the victim today..

Matters not who wins..

To these lonely warriors
the battle is the thing..

Deep down they both know

how much they need each other

Even if they'll never admit it

Fashion Nonsense

 

Sexy supermodel
forever burdened with maintaining
the perception of perfection..

The outside world can never see
her patchwork goddess reality..

Illusions must be meticulously maintained..

Erosion each day will be restrained..

Makeup covers the seams..

Gotta protect the dream

and the cosmetic industry

which feeds the glossy beast...

Pushing out high priestesses

with their pouty expressions..

Emaciated bodies

pimping overpriced fashions..

Setting impossible standards

on what constitutes true feminine beauty

in this narrow runway world

of shallow delusions

Award Tripping

 

Upon retrospective review
of my greatest life hits
most of my finest triumphs
were off stage away from the spotlight...

The shadows of anonymity
was where I did my best work
so the victories I achieved
big and small alike
were known only to me
and my empty trophy case...

I choose to leave the kudos

and public accolades

to the attention whore masses

forever grasping for validation...

Did I mention my ultimate

life trip accomplishment?

Lame self esteem soothing rationalizations...

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Thread Bare Reality

 

There are daze 
when I feel overwhelmed
by things that were
once so simple only yesterday...

My frayed brain synapses 
temporarily disconnected
from how to perform
basic functional tasks...

Gotta step back...

Take a deep breath...

Slow down
this spinning carousel
and come to grips
with my elderly driven
cognitive limitations...

Mick was so correct when he foretold...

What a drag it is getting old

Props To The People

 

While our country is hemorrhaging
from a thousand cuts 
of condescending arrogance
public discourse sinks
further into the abyss
of scorched Earth politics...

All the while we real people
roll our weary eyes

and trudge through each day..

Grinding away
into the permanent mist
of this most challenging existence..

Gloriously oblivious

to the daily carnage

of our out of touch government

that is determined to divide us