Change My Mind

 

The Boomer man
that I will always be
will never comprehend
pants made of denim
with holes in them

by design..

By design?

As in on purpose?

This fashion statement blows my mind..

And not little rips anymore
with teasing peek-a-boo intent..

We're talking huge gaping shredded caverns..

Showing more skin than thread..

Which is the prurient intent I guess..

And a trend I have never been against..

But why not just wear a short dress?

(Feel free to Google this torn clothing concept)

Not Entertained

 

Your positions
steadfast and true
belong to you..

As mine belong to me
with equal adamancy..

On most issues of the day

we stealthy agree..

More than the bloodthirsty mob

consciously chooses to ever see..

Common ground lies dormant..

Buried by the fog of pointless disagreements..

So we slice each other to shreds
for the sheer entertainment value
of those who stay above the fray

Which is where we would be

if only we had the good sense

to work out our differences

like mature adults are supposed to do

There We Blow

 

Yes we built the bomb..

The biggest yet with the best ever tech to destroy not only our planet but the moon at night too..

It's what we do..

Zero consideration to consequence of the biblical style apocalypse that will be an unequivocal man made event as the Lord rolls his eyes and laments the eternal folly of instilling free will in such a flawed creation forever Hell bent on it's own self destruction

Long Gaming

 

One gray morning

we awake collectively

in the midst of a nightmare

that was now the new reality..

Where up is down

and monsters long suppressed

are elevated to the dominant species..

Here in our current warped universe
facts are now subject
to the ravages of harsh refraction..

Even truths that once seemed obvious
in the days pre apocalypse
have been bent and twisted
to such an extent
as to make past standards irrelevant..

This is a dangerous existence

cause it's thoroughly logic resistant

and merciless in it's application

to nonsensical tests of loyalty..

The only way we can survive

in this new thought gulag

run by trolls and bullies

is to hunker down in our bunkers

and wait patiently

for the arrogant beasties

to devour each other

Hard Times

 

In this conveyor belt existence
the shit just keeps coming..

God how I hate this place..

These unrelenting shadows

slowly swapping my resolve

to get out of bed in the morning..

So in a flash of defiance

I toss my nemesis
into the nearest trash bin
only for the bitch to ricochet
and hit me in my stunned face..

All the while

the object of my disaffection

grows exponentially..

Mocking these feelings of futility

and hopeless disillusionment..

Now a bloodied mess..

I gotta confess..

I hate this fucking place
even more than before

Love the Sinner

 

My salvation
isn't going so well.. 

Though I do believe
in Heaven and Hell..

For you see
I've been to both locales
and the place down below
ain't exactly a choice destination..

This should be a sufficient moral deterrent
next time I cuddle with temptation
but I know damn well it won't be..

The flesh sure is weak

but still way stronger than the mind

which is a major flaw design

the absent manufacturer

is sinfully not inclined

to ever repair even partially

Lighten Up

 

How dour can you be
that you take this bullshit
so damn seriously?

All your panicky hyperbole
ain't gonna change today's reality
one damn bit..

All your boo hoo scenarios

that may or may not come true

are gonna play out without you

and your apocalypse predictions..

So let go of your self generated strife

that's ruining the grinding trip
and look at the bright side
of this all too fleeting life

The Best Clique

 

Meet the new cool kids..

Citizens of the best clique..

They may be dweebs individually..

Losers of major social inadequacy..

But together they roll trendy..

Soaking up outsider's envy..

Because they collectively
are the cult within the Cult..

The high priests of MAGA Force One..

Top of the depraved chain..

The next level Brat Pack

Falling Up

 

Life does seemingly

play senseless
like a warped top

spinning out of control

but if you can embrace

the randomness
and slip into the proper
it's all bullshit perspective
you may begin to appreciate
the entertainment value
of this unscripted
off the rails production..

So shed without reservation

the suffocating monotony

of contentment serenity

and make chaos and anarchy

your we're all fucked buddies

Deafening Thoughts

As I get older I find
I gotta constantly raise
the volume button.. 

Straining to hear
diminishing praise
fading in the distance..

As the audio fades

I have finally found

the time for contemplation

free from noisy distractions

that drowned out my thought process

Now I find refuge in the silence
and the age old solace
of never again having to hear
what I don't wanna believe

Alone in my warm blanket of tranquility..

Liberated from the maddening cacophony

that now rolls on loudly without me

Dread Knock

 

The closet nihilist in me
is really looking forward
to January twenty
when the orange shit
splatters the fan

and the clown show

rolls into town..

The day when our national penance
will commence
as our tribe wanders the wilderness
for four fucking years..

Such is the price of mass ignorance
compounded by the arrogance
of the dumb ass majority

awash in apathy

and emotion fueled delusions..

Maybe crash and burn

is the only way

for the fever to break

so the body politic

can purge this MAGA virus

from our national consciousness

once and for all..

Then again

maybe I'll be wrong

and this new administration

will be a hit sensation..

Perhaps the projected pessimism

is all in my negative head..

If so, I will be happily mistaken

because unlike the many zealot partisans

on my defeated side 

of the political divide

I want my country to succeed 

Dead Fools

 

And now
the end is near
as we face
the final curtain..

The barbarians at the gate
were invited in
that much is certain..

The carnage they will bring
can not be overstated..

Now comes the tragic irony
to our little horror story..

Seems our ruination
as a functioning nation
was self inflicted
by ignorant fools..

Hey.. It's majority rules..

The tyranny of the stupid..

But we of the now pissed minority
are not absolved of blame..

Our apathy and arrogance  
to the threat we knew was there
makes our collective death
a case of suicide by mass negligence..

So let our epitaph say

when historians sift though
the rubble ashes of the U.S.A. 

We imploded our way

Perspective Street

 

My side lost..

BOO HOO HOO..

How will ever I survive
the reign of the bad guys?

Again..

Like I did the first time..

Maybe..Just maybe
it's time to minimize
the sky is falling hyperbole
that serves for currency
these contentious days
and commence
living on the bright side
of this too short for comfort life

Self Autopsy

 

Stunned us assembles post explosion
in our new bunker lair..

Brushing hysteria from our hair
finger pointers everywhere
commence the orgy of blame..

The same old ass covering
accountability deflection game
that blackens all mirrors
and perpetuates

the lame self deceptions
which caused this massive disaster
in the first place..

Wither Us

 

When the mob

of dubious reputation

entered our fine establishment

at the express invitation

of our less discerning members

who thought we needed

to loosen our stuffy standards

the world was turned upside down..

Now that they've been forever shattered

and the shady element

we once shunned now has validation

our once respectable institution

crumbling before us

will never be the same..

Nobody is really to blame..

Erosion is Nature's way

of taking down ancient structures

that have outlived their usefulness

as it reshuffles the deck

to push the illusion of progress

down our now parched throats

Serious Dump

 

Riddle me this..

Why so serious?

More and more
on this interminable journey
to nowhere in particular
I've learned to grudgingly embrace
the absurdity of it all
and make this philosophical query
about excess trip seriousness
my base core philosophy
when I find myself
taking this bullshit too deeply
on a macro or micro life level..

So gather ye levity where ye may

cause all the grim problems of today

we fret about incessantly 

will be dust to dust memories

they'll bury our stressed out asses in

Push Back

 

Feeling very dystopian today

as if a storm is coming our way..

Even the rainbows are trending gray..

Time for a little mass penance

for underestimating our adversary

yet again..

Turn the page..

Lose that self pity..

Channel that internal rage..

Make the enemy rue the day

they peed down on our democracy..

No more playing meek defense..

Now we get to go on offense..

Make their every breath a misery..

Welcome to the Resistance 

Fruit Salad

 

Apples and oranges
really despise being the poster fruits
of impossible unmatchable comparisons...

They celebrate their personal differences
and together reject all lame analogies
that these days grow on trees
in our contentious
uncompromising
extreme
us versus them society..

Bueller..Bueller

 

All those loose truths you do
with minimum respect
for the sanctity
of tethered reality

as you dance with narratives
that never come with attached

adverse fact checks..

All the scrapes

with exasperated authority

who despite their best

Wile E. Coyote persistence

can never tag you with consequence..

No one can touch you..
Ferris Bueller..

Who grew up to be
the 45th president of our country
and may well do an encore..

The brat we hate and envy

with equal intensity..

The likes of this character

never seen before

and unlikely

to ever come our way again

The Opiate of Numbers

We masters of future events
have moved on from primitive

crystal ball tech..

Instead we harvest targeted data

to confidently project tomorrow

based on our very best

quantitative sample analysis..

Modern prophets of a philosophical bent

rely heavily on these black and white stats

to such a skewed over reliant extent

they oft overlook statistical anomalies

tucked away in the mystical margin of error..

Ignore not the ancient sage of prophesy
warning us to beware the beast of improbability

slight as the long shot odds

that the catastrophe may seem to be..

We need to always respect the possibility
that our best laid statistical projections
are no match for the power of destiny..

That most overlooked shock variable
throughout human history

Weed Removal

 

All the slimy whine seeds
have been planted deep
and fertilized with bullshit..

Come next election cycle 
the latest toxic crop of weeds
will once again threaten
our garden democracy

and grounded traditions of fair play..

Another sore losers symphony
of alternate reality conspiracy

will seek to choke off

the will of the people

which repudiates

the narrow warped vision

their hatred culture did create..

We good people

from all sides politically

need to finally agree

that we as a society
gotta remove permanently

these noxious weeds

of the obnoxious minority

by their thick headed roots

so that next time around

our crop will not be polluted

by all their performative

sore loser posturing crap

that has stained recent history

Out of Conversation

 

The rambunctious man
of limited filtration
and minimum intellect
never disappoints
when asked his opinions
that always skew

consistently unhinged..

Critics will predictably

jump on the maniac
for his irrational rants
tinged with careless language
but you know deep down
this deplorable clown
will be secretly missed
by these very same critics..

For this force of darkness

who thrives on conflict

has long been the focal

talking point topic

for these purveyors of views

that while rationally conceived

always lack the entertainment value

of Public Nuisance Number One..

What will these chattering pundits

have to communally fret about

when their go to monster is gone?