Cowboys and Victims

 

The man in minimal demand..

Drowning in social isolation..

Robbed of the American dream

by imaginary enemies

planted in his gullible head

by grifter demagogues

pushing slick victim narratives..

Of course there will be

a toxic prejudiced element

regurgitated in his hate manifesto

to document his madness

post explosion event

as he takes his AR15

along with rapid fire magazines

down to the kill zone

to exercise his God given

2nd amendment rights

for the thoughts and prayers

rationalization circus

about the mental health crisis

brought about by the socialists

when they took prayer out of schools

now drowning in victim's blood 

courtesy of the flawed patriot

who could have been

one of the good guys with a gun

if he had not voted for Joe Biden

The psycho did you know

voted for Clueless Joe...

I saw it all on the Fox News

five minute post massacre show

which came on right before

a three hour retrospective

on Hunter Biden's whores

(with naughty pics of course)

Loving You

 

I love you...

Three little words...

When expressed in lower case

it can be a degree of friendship

though too often it's used 

as a throwaway line

from those of embellishment minds

to exaggerate and accelerate

mere physical needs...

I LOVE YOU...

This upper case declaration

is the real deal affirmation

of feelings with both depth and passion...

I LOVE YOU...

The ultimate long term commitment...

Forever and for all eternity...

I LOVE YOU...

Often requires sacrifice and work...

The journey is not always smooth

but when you value the happiness

of the person you ride with 

more than your own

the trip is a joy rather than a task...

I LOVE YOU...

Begins and ends with RESPECT...

The core requirement of an equal

and divine partnership...

I LOVE YOU...

All of our lives we search for it...

These three enormous words

make all the difference...

I LOVE YOU...

I found it when I married you

three decades ago this very day...

I LOVE YOU...

My Nancy 

Accomplices

 

I really don't wanna be
the next massacre victim stat
gunned down
by the second amendment..

Don't wanna die
at the altar of misinterpretation
from a dated document
scribed by musket men

of the late 18th Century..

Don't wanna debate anymore
cause my bullet shredded body
now lies splattered on the floor..

Don't wanna be a litmus test
of hypocrites and politicians
bought and paid for

by munitions blood money..

You heartless bastards don't care

that my children just lost a parent

that I'll never see a sunset again

that I died for an antiquated concept..
 
SO FUCK YOUR THOUGHTS AND PRAYERS..

We soon to be forgotten ghosts

have no use for you

and your murderous crew

of accomplices 

Self Portrait Drawing

 

It's getting harder to tell
where the theme park ends
and real life begins...

Or is it the other way around?

We are all cartoon characters...

Two dimensional creatures
prancing through drawn out lives..

Oblivious to the anvil hanging over our heads
which unlike our indestructible animated friends
permanently squashes our mortal asses in the final reel...

Mourn not for the destined to be tragic ending to our story...

You know damn well the show goes on without us...

So best we all get our licks in while we can

The Apple of Our Lies

 

Step around
what seems like bad fruit on the ground..

There are NO bad apples in MAGA Orchard..

Like the great farmer they are all perfect..

Any sins you think you see
are projections from evil enemies..

Worms crawling out of the Deep State
seek to weaken the myths we did create..

Don't let them pee on our selective reality..

Keep to the protective fantasy..

Respect the power of perception..

We are the masters of deflection..

Politics over country...

Politics over morality...

Our ends justifies our lies...

Sever the Loop

 

Time to invoke
the noble ghosts
to justify your wobbly position..

Though dust they may be
in their current terminal condition
you bastards recycle them
again and again
as martyrs to buttress your current argument
and suppress dissent
that challenges the myths of glory
attached to their tragic deaths

Let our fallen brothers rest in peace...

Pawns to power they no longer need be...

Fight your own frickin battles this time...

Dumbing Up

 

Contrary to popular opinion
I am still convinced
there is no better defense
to block impediments to happiness
than blissful ignorance..

The concept that knowledge
is the key to enlightenment
while a well meant myth
will make one a miserable
son of a bitch..

Make denial your ally...

Embrace all counter realities...

What you don't know

will probably kill you eventually

but we're all gonna die anyway

so this glorious trade off

for being momentarily happy

is worth a little personal darkness

Clay Footed Breed

 

Sinners gonna sin
cause this is what we do..

The flesh is so frickin weak..

Temptations breach our walls of morality..

This much you already knew...

Hope you ain't one of them stone throwers
tossing boulders of hypocrisy
out of your glass homes..

Cause when you do crash
and fall on your ass
oh how we are gonna laugh
at such a pious fraud

Clock Thief

 

My synapse connections..

Becoming more unreliable
as the clouds keep rolling in
on the conveyer belt of time..

Doubt is now my unfaithful mistress..

Whispering chaos fragments
to this thought impaired man
now struggling to be cognitive...

Where did I leave my glasses again?

Sheep Dip

 

"When I go
I'm gonna be gone
and you ungrateful creatures
will be on your own"
said the shepherd
to the complacent sheep  
as the perimeter wolves
eagerly count the days
and await their feast

of dumb mutton..

For you see

my fellow herd crew

this support structure

a few of you bleating fools

wanna send away

cause of their imperfections

exists not only for our protection

but to guide us through

the dark forest when we are lost