Revenge of the Abused Pussy

 

We truly live 
in a FUCKED UP society
where our she's

can't walk down the street
alone at night
or in the day for that matter
without looking over their shoulders
for some monstrous creep
who feels entitled
to grab them by their pussy's
or other bodily parts
just because they can..

Our mothers, daughters, sisters

by jungle necessity

gotta always proceed cautiously

and more often than not

endure locker room boys

clumsy groping grabs silently

in deference to the tyranny

of the entitled patriarchy

which traditionally

in matters of he/said

she/said controversies

pees down on the teasing sluts

for dressing too provocatively..

Now that rape and sexual assault

have been stirred into the cauldron

of modern combat politics

as yet another lame rationalization

to counter the long overdue Me Too accusations

girls today may be better served

exercising their 2nd Amendment

God given rights

to defend against predators

when these cavemen feel the primal urge

to get overly physically affectionate..

At the very least they'll get the cave man's attention 

as well as their post carnage bullet slicing castration

thoughts and prayers 

Wise Ass Knight

 

Far too many times

I've been victimized

by the harsh process of elimination.. 

My defense mechanism

is to go inner numb..

Wear the cloak of apathy

spiked with sarcasm..

This liberating indifference

shields me from shame

and the accompanying

feelings of life inadequacy 

Through the Wall

 

Once you have gone past

the point of no return

you may as well speed up... 

Lose all forward resistance

reservations

cause commitment

demands personal acceleration

and lack of reservation

about the fast approaching 

walls of consequence 

Non Rhetorical

 

What's wrong with me? 

A multiple choice question definitely..

One of those desperate

self indulgent queries

that defects like me 

always seem to ask..

Maybe we're just deep sea fishing

for some sort of life validation

that behind this smoke screen

we're really OK..

So the next time

I post this inquiry

please feel free to lie..

The life you save may very well be mine 

Edge Busters

 

Every contradiction
we struggle with daily
is tinged with irony
but if we manage to see
the full landscape view
our future begins to make
big picture sense
sans distractions of proximity

It's these snarling beasts existing

on the margins of the periphery

in the shadows of anonymity

who feed on our ignorance

and end up wrecking us

Down Bound Train

 

Waiting patiently on cathedral steps
for the impending Apocalypse...

True believers commiserate
about their glorious afterlife plans

post Rapture
after a pissed off Lord
dispenses man's fiery fate...

Airlifting out only true believers
from the pit of the damned
which will be quite the packed place

filled with pissed off sinners

and very shocked atheists 

Worst in Show

 

I took the contrarian position
when our self pity party
devolved into a boo hoo competition..

Rather than playing can you top this
in the side by side
my life stinks worse than yours comparison test
I chose the more noble option
of counting my blessings
[meager as they may seem]
and think of those truly less fortunate instead

Thought Break

 

Windows of opportunity
close with hyper speed
much like everything else
these microwave days...

Somber reflection time
has been accelerated
and crammed
into the blurred out sections 
afforded knee jerk reactions
compounding the frustrations
of modern fractured communications...

The tyranny of swift processing

makes us long

for a little buffering interlude

which allows us the chance

to catch our collective breath

 

Tool Time

 

Always gotta respect
the power of cause and effect.. 

The relationship definition
that drives all human interactions..

So when you find
yourself of a perplexed mind
use your best available tools
to alter the root cause
til you properly calibrate
and achieve the happiness equation
required to solve this problematic life

Ode to Peacocks

I really despise

self indulgent girls and guys..  

Could do without all that vanity

and selfish preening proclivities..

And yet..

My admiration for their audacity

for always doing their own thing

against the hurricane head winds

of stifling conformity

that keeps we cowards in line

is the ultimate conflict

of mixed feelings 

I've never come to grips with..

Unless..

I can find the inner courage

to move past my judgmental

action inhibiting inclinations

and adopt the philosophy

of grudging admiration

for the arrogant peacocks

doing their thing

down in the arena

This Ain't Easy

 

I confess I am from another time
all the way back to the last century.. 

Many of my views no longer fit
current acceptable narratives..

Concerning gender especially

from the bygone days
when only two held sway..

This whole fluidity concept

is difficult for me to accept

though choosing what you wanna be

is a freedom I really should embrace..

You may also say

holding doors for ladies
is condescending toxic masculinity..

That's OK..

I should do it for everyone I guess..

Maybe this is evolutionary progress
for outmoded males like me
but I will never accept men who whine
as is the political norm today..

My role model John Wayne
would never approve

of the current Republican Party 

with their daily grievance cacophony..

The Duke would be aghast

that the undisputed chief

of his former political tribe

is such a vain poser

who wears too much makeup

and plays the victim perpetually..

Objection is the new currency..

Complaints without action..

There's never a better plan

cause it's so much simpler

to continuously make demands

than it is offering up solutions 

which may never pan out..

Always easier to destroy than create..

The curse of man

and what use to pass

as the myth of real men 

Time Tocking

 

Time for us to reconcile
with our inevitable mortality
and accept the reality
that we will all be forgotten
a century from now..  

So fret not about legacy..

Kick the ass of lost history..

Live life to the fullest today
cause someday
we'll be nothing more
than deleted memories..

Who knows when this show ends?

Carpe Diem my friends

Heart of the Matter

 

Dreamers and pundits
pontificating incessantly
on issues of questionable relevancy
in the grand scheme of this story..

The majesty of lofty philosophy
is lost on those of us whose only luxury
is found in stale bread and a sliver of hard cheese..

Real life is grounded in such economic reality

that exists in the shadows of ignorant ideologies

Puddle Problem

 

Seeping through
the cracked facade
of our daily decay
tears of frustration
permeate the potholes
we navigate every day.. 

Some go out of their way
to dance around the pit

with rationalizations applied
while others grit their teeth
and decide impulsively

to plow right through it..

I for one perpetually
try to leap over
the man made obstacle
of unknown depth
and more often not
get drowned 
by the overconfidence

that comes 

with reality denying arrogance

Jamming Justice

 

We are all accomplices..

We are all victims..

Playing out crime scenes
on perpetual loop..

Rotating roles
as the script dictates..

Allegations roll incessant..

Innocence is subjective..

Guilt irrelevant..

Justice but a stale buffet
of bitter leftover concept scraps

End Gaming

 

Fret not my worrisome friends
about your legacy after you end.. 

Once we fall permanently out of rotation
we'll be relieved of these nagging aggravations..

No one will sing odes to our life history
for dusty bones in the ground we will be..

Joining all the other anonymous fading names..

In a forgotten cemetery..

In the middle of nowhere..

Carpe Diem Damn It

Noise Makers

 

Verbally we duel
like two blabbering fools..

Mainly for entertainment value
for like many others
we suffer from the affliction
of a chronic monotony condition..  

Since we hold no firm convictions
on the alleged burning issues before us
we gotta defend to the death

these fake contentions
once we've established
the proper contrarian positions

that best fits the philosophical

hysterical narrative

to advance our circular debate

devoid of any final conclusion

These contentious days

the debate is the thing

where volume is king

and inflexibility

is a veritable symphony

before a jammed social media arena 

of wanna be influencers

hopelessly allergic to listening