Ode to Justice

 

Immutable Justice
descends with great patience
even on those with the means
to delay inevitable accountability

Frustrating as this snail's pace may be

for those of us who play by the rules

Justice will be served eventually

Teamed with big sister Karma by her side
to collect stragglers who may sneak by

they form an airtight

net of liability

that catches all snake like  strays

seeking to escape responsibility

For they are a joint task force

assigned by Fate

that makes things right
in this oft unjust existence

So trust the process

Believe in Justice

Know It All Dawgs

 

Gonna preach what is true
cause I know better than you..

Certainty is my exclusive province..

I reside in a cocoon of arrogance 

The trap of the self righteously foolish.. 

Perspective and perception

Keep these mutts on a tight leash
lest they break loose from our grip
and bite us in our crass opinions

Road Less Traveled

 

I take the high road
cause I can't take the drama
playing out below..

Sure the path above is lonely
for we stubborn dinosaurs of morality
and maybe extinction
is our ultimate fate
but isn't death a shared experience
for all we mortal travelers anyway?

So we may as well ride this highway

with a little class and dignity

The Wailing Wall

 

Talking to the oblivious wall
as I engage in a deep 

very one sided conversation
with the indifferent chipped paint
about the fragility of life
and the tyranny of time

Crickets chirp merrily

while I spill my tormented soul

which at least serves

as much need vent therapy

in an attempt to get

this anvil existence off my chest 

Of course the stationary structure
cares not a bit about my troubles
which mirrors the stone cold apathy
the rest of humanity feels toward me
and my pathetic self pity philosophy 

Disillusioned Fish

 

I suffer fools
better than most
cause I've been immersed
in this sea of stupidity
for so long
I may as well
be one of the dumb ass fish..

I've long ago
given up the foolish dream
of a benevolent net
swooping down
to scoop me away

from this muddied scene

of unrelenting nonsense

The layers of dumbness

in this stagnant pool

is that thick

We prisoners of mass ignorance

gotta adapt to our environment

and take small victories

in daily survival

Gender Gapping

 

In the battle 
of sexual siege warfare 
the male gender
of which I am a member
is always out deprived
in attrition battles
by the feminine side
cause they got their sex drive
on a much tighter leash
than we perpetually in heat mutts do

And yet we persist..

Cause we boys can be so competitive..

Even when we know we can't win

we gotta ride our stubbornness

right off the blue balls cliff..

Losing the battle AND the war

Waiting to be Reincarnated

 

Isn't it a laugh
that no one is driving this craft?

Ignoring all the warning signs..

Careening straight toward the void..

Conventional wisdom says we'll be destroyed..

Then again..

Maybe this is not the end..

Perhaps post death nothingness
is the sum of our previous life experience
and this scary transition
is just the beginning all over again..

Maybe this cosmic reboot 

is another chance

to get life right this time?

I just wish I had paid closer attention

and took some notes along the way

cause repeating existence mistakes

is what got us into this mess

in the first place

Wanna Hosanna?

 

Life after death..

But just for us humans..

God's divine beasts are we..

It says so in various texts

scribed long ago from antiquity..

The original version of media control..

Cause tis written

only this species
which kills quite incessantly
can self sooth our greatest fear
that there exists for us more than this

after our poorly designed vessels

crash upon the jagged rocks of mortality..

That we, the chosen breed

have a greater purpose
and that this mundane existence has meaning
with a higher power pulling the strings..

Now I  don't wanna piss down on your faith

or denigrate anyone's sacred beliefs..

Whatever gets you through this life

is fine by me..

In fact I'm more than OK

if you wanna pray

for my misguided immortal soul

which I don't believe in anyway..

At least for today..

Because I am not ashamed to confess

that the closer I get to death

as old age tightens it's grip

with frightening finality

the temptation to hedge my bets

against my logic based atheistic play

is far greater than it was yesterday

when I rode with youthful arrogance..

Maybe it's time I join the congregation

of scared sheep secure in warm hypocrisies

though deep down we all gotta suspect

that if this all knowing God we pray to

does indeed really exist

the Supreme Being we collectively worship

has to realize by now his creations are full of shit

Analog Man

 

When people ask me
to sum myself up

where I am currently at
I take out my 80's calculator
(the one I paid a hundred bucks for)
for a quick low tech solution
to the description equation
only to discover
my batteries have gone dead..

And there you have
the best self assessment
of my current

out of sorts

out of time situation

Fatal Truths

 

The influencer formerly revered
by we fence sitting cowards
so petrified of confrontation
we self muzzle contentious observations..

But not our pot stirrer hero..

They were fearless in their pursuit

of unvarnished truth

with unabridged opinions

unabashedly shared..

Until that fateful day

our favorite attack dog

looked back our way

and turned their fangs on us..

Yes, we shot the messenger

cause this is what hypocrites do

when confronted with realities

they know is the enemy

to preservation of the lies

we phonies hold dear

Respect the Defects

 

Let me be
who I am meant to be..

Resist the urge 
to alter me
into your version 
of an upgraded model..

For you see
I am hardwired fully
and now completely
uniquely me..

Flaws and all
is the human condition
we all gotta learn
to roll together with

Island Man

 

Stepping deep
into yet another
awkward social situation
of my own creation
I fail yet again
upon entrance
to take a moment
and gauge the temperature
of the room..

Maybe my thermometer is broken
or perhaps I lack
the aptitude to read it?

Are my small talk skills

really that deficient?

I so often lack the motivation

to even feign chatting interest..

Maybe I should just accept

the self reality fact

that by now is obvious..

I just don't give a shit..

Even the feeling to belong

which is a core human trait

has gone missing in me..

I have no use for people anymore..

Please don't take my exit quest personally..

There is no hate

in my encased heart for anyone..

Just a general sense of apathy..

I sure do miss the lockdowns of COVID

and the state sanctioned social isolation

that shielded we antisocial types

from the viral implications

of people interactions 

The Power of Selfies

 

Here I am again
up against the insidious forces of Can't..

That unrelenting villainous tyranny
doing it's best to wreck me
and undermine my confidence
with a toxic barrage of negativity..

Time to put on the battle gear
for this war will be a long grind
that can only end in victory
if my walls are well fortified
to block self doubt from my mind

Trimming the Fringes

 

Clowns to the left of me
please lose the MAGApocolypse hyperbole...

A Trump victory
won't mean an end to democracy...

We survived this jackass before

and we'll do it again easily...

So temper the dramatic hysteria

that prevents us from taking you seriously...

Jokers chirping on my right flank
please temper your distortions...

A Biden win
won't disintegrate our country...

So holster the hateful rhetoric

that serves to divide us even more..

America is every bit as great

as it was before

even if it's not perfect...

You extreme wing nuts
both need to study U.S. history
and chill the fuck out

with your worst case scenarios

that are bumming us normals out

\

Head Bangers

 

Here in Frustration
we got serious complications..

Rolling totally self sustaining
and immune to solutions..

Of course there's no such restrictions

on those who live to whine..

So to appease the complaint department

those in charge create the illusion of action

with numerous half ass programs being applied

to the blips now so deeply ingrained
in our soul less machine
any realistic chance of a fix
would be like slapping an infected band aid
on this oozing pus filled wound

we let fester too long

Be the Refugee

 

When dawn arrived finally
it was very plain to see
we had driven right off the map
and landed somewhere
in the midst of an abstract concept..

Standard points of reference
no longer made a difference
as all the freakish elements
we had previously shunned
now held dominion over us

here in the new abnormal..

The bottom rung was our new residence..

Feeling the whip of brutal class prejudice

along with all the other unfortunates

who landed on this rock God forsaken..

If we ever manage to escape this wicked domain

and rotate our way back to our former station

maybe we will bring back with us a little tolerance

for those unfortunates hanging by a thread

on the short end of the fairness stick