Sunday, July 20, 2025

Individual Portion

 

The elusive enigma
defies classification

Constantly analyzed

Always subject to interpretation

Arbitrarily categorized
to be conveniently defined
by the label making assholes
self assigned 
who drive opinions
in our pigeon hole society

The perpetual curse
of the rogue individual
who is uniquely inclined
to exist freely
outside the walls
of repressive conformity




Saturday, July 19, 2025

Ode to Guru

 

From his perch high above the clouds

the great ancient guru contemplates

the meaning of life

in all it’s many mysteries


Mining truth and ever elusive faith

in continuous darkness


A girl named Epiphany drops by

bearing the gift of sweet revelation

that the older we get

the less we know


For every day is a unique situation

until the sum experience accumulation

overwhelms the soul's capacity

to store and sort truth

from misguided faith





Sunday, July 13, 2025

State of Flux

 

Driving down Dizzy Street
I took a turn for the worse

Navigated right off the damn map
to a far out place
I could not comprehend  
    
The road sign was spinning rapidly
making the blur of words
impossible to read
 
So I started rotating myself
with equal velocity
for some much needed
parallel perspective

Only then could I understand                                
the meaning
of the formerly
muddled message
“WELCOME TO DISORIENTED”

Now I knew exactly 
where I was
and more importantly
how to navigate back
to the place
from whence I came

All I had to do to rectify
my untenable situation
was to apply
the physics of perspective
and angular velocity
to achieve the desired
perceptual stabilizing effect

Or I could just keep drinking
til I pass out



Tree Toppers

 

We the mega cool 
chosen people
of the realm
do proclaim
the absolute divinity
of whatever absurdities
we choose to cram down
your sheep throats today

We ultimate influencers
are forever
trending upward
as you breathlessly
and faithfully cheer on
our every nonsensical utterance
in perfect zombie unity

You are
the fanatical base
from which our power flows

Though we damn well know
you hostage fools
stealthy pray for the day
we usurpers are gone

It's why we constantly
drop these absurdities
as tests of loyalty
to weed out those
whose undying devotion
may be wavering



Saturday, July 12, 2025

Sensitive Content Poetry

 

The Collector
of slights, insolence,
and impertinence
conducts his analysis
through the filter
of potential prejudice

Every disrespect projected
be they real,imagined,
or of a comedic bent
is meticulously examined
for subliminal opinion violations
of the politically correct
dogmatic mindset

The Collector
renders his final judgment
on this topic quite subjective
based on his own personal biases
since a definitive comprehensive
rule book on censorship
has yet to be written 

This sworn enemy of parody
and freedom of expression
swears he performs his duties
for our own moral protection

Fuck him and the nag of hypocrisy
the control freak bastard
rode in on






Blessed Be Utility

 

Time to apply
a little cost/benefit analysis
like the good bean counter I be
to a nagging after party mystery

When we die
and step into
that bright
etheral light
that warmly glows
for all eternity
it makes 
me ponder
what Heaven's
electric bill must be

God only knows



Species We

 

Homo sapiens

The current dominant
planetary species

Civilized controllers
of the realm

We fancy ourselves
as highly evolved
rational creatures
but underneath
our pretty garments
and beneath
the cocky facade
exists scared
soft and pink
fragile creatures
equipped with only
slick tech weaponry

Long removed
from the
jungle primordial

We evolved rapidly 
up
the food chain

Destruction came easily
to us skilled predators

Dominating 
with an attitude
of smug superiority
but in reality
deep down 
we still be
scared soft and pink
fragile mammal animals

Wreckless stewards
of an
ailing planet
we are failing
that will one day
bury and make extinct
the current
foolish lead species



Sunday, July 6, 2025

Check Out Time

 

I have been duly advised
by the concerned management
of this prestigious establishment
to keep my demons on a leash

Failure to obediently acquiesce 
will result in the harshest punishment
that a pauper of my limited means
can ill afford to compense
the grasping global conglomerate
who owns all us pawns





Shrunken Trolls

 

Our trollish leadership's rep
as masters of slash and burn
is well earned
as evidenced
by the many owned scalps they display
on their bloody wall
of vanquished opponents

Of course today
they are victims 
of diminishing returns
as their intended targets
have evolved thick skins
and no longer give a shit
about the trolls
increasingly desperate
short of the mark shots
 

Saturday, July 5, 2025

Static Soup

 

Here I go
ranting away incessantly
to friends and foes
from my crumbling soapbox
in a designated section

of an empty public park
since fresh air nourishment
is so out of vogue...

Pissing into the wind again...

Bitter splash back
drenches my frustrated face...

Nobody cares
about my insightful views...

This only reinforces
my chronic negativity
about the decline of humanity...

Fast approaching is the day
when I will forever go away...

The last of the speech making breed...

Orators gone the way of dinosaurs...

Replaced by faceless
text purveyors who value
view volume over substance

Will the indifferent world miss me
and we who celebrated the spoken word?

Probably not

Swipe left 



Adult Requirements

 

Distressed pots and pans
lie dormant in the sink

Starting to pile up

A mountain of dirty dishware
of our own creation

They all gotta be
hand cleaned
and dried meticulously

Those are the rules

Not a joyous task

For the dishwasher is down
and there is no excess capital
laying around
to fix this convenience properly

So it falls on me
as it often does
to do the mundane drudgery
we were all signed up for
when we became
responsible adults

Excuse me

I gotta go make my frickin bed