Getting Laid. Getting Off

 

Went to a meeting

and a funeral broke out.. 

It was for me of course..

Corporate predators with bad intent

devoured me as a cost prohibitive expense

Hard to survive bottom line carnage...

Nothing personal, just business...

I hope the bastards choke on my carcass

A Round With Truth

Solitary me

alone in a crowded bar..

Contemplating the meaning of life

beneath flickering neon lights..

Onward drags the night..

Alcohol fueled delusions..

Reality now a mocking illusion..

Truth drops in and proclaims

it has no use for me..

so I am through seeking out that fraud .. 

We mutually conclude that life has no meaning

as we pour each other drinks to mutually forget..

I just pray there is a morning again

Five Pack

 

The ailing beast that is me
can feel my once vibrant life
gradually ebbing away...

More and more every day
I fall behind the pack
who historically
do not slow their pace
to accommodate lame stragglers..

Time for me to meet death on my own
and die in the shadows all alone..

Do not slather my fate with sorrow

as you speed toward a tomorrow

that I will never get to see...

For we all share the same destiny

Maybe we will reconvene someday ?

Pop Goes The Moment

The King For the Day

has texted a decree

that natural spoilage

has been rendered obsolete

The concept of shelf life

long a bane

of consumer existence

is no longer relevant 

Hello Consequence

and it's rambunctious cousin

Side Effect 

Windows now close

with such hyper speed

like everything else

these micro baked days

Somber reflection time

previously slowly marinated

with thoughtful contemplation

have been accelerated

and crammed

into the blurred out sections 

afforded knee jerk reactions

compounding the frustrations

of modern fractured communications

Going with this flow

is destined to hurl us off the cliff

and into bottomless abyss

dead civilizations never come back from 

Truth and Dare

 

Bright is the light
the nearer we get to TRUTH...

It can illuminate the way
or incinerate our eyes...

A double edged laser sword 
this sometimes misapplied T word..

Respect it's searing consequence
and oft dangerous application...

So familiarize yourself 

with these handle with care truths

before entering

into this potentially

explosive covenant 

 

Inspiration Dirge

 

A displaced black bug 
crawling on a blank
flat screen canvas
is an insect lost..

If you splatter it
and smear it's remains
across the clean slate

the mess will give birth

to a fresh annoyance..

Though you did create
a work of modern art

that the subject model
will never appreciate

Plunger Crew

So many corporate fools
we must work around
in our daily trek
toward blissful retirement..

Grinding away
with our plastered smiles
as we struggle
to shovel through
the task force storm  
dropping bullshit from above
courtesy of the very same fools
who make the rules
that clog our existence

We who turn the wheel

and run the machines

will figure out

practical work arounds

for the edicts issued

by the pompous boobs

who know not all we do

to create the polished product

that they will take full credit for

   

Faith Bait

 

The angel
I have religiously avoided
on misguided principle

during the course

of my whole agnostic existence
gave perpetually skeptical me
a gorgeous set of wings..

Included was a checkout invitation
to rise above my somber life situation
and fly with her heavenly flock..

I took her up on the pious offer
and am a non believer no more

Web of Sins

 

Here in the public domain
wherever you are
is where you are at

At core center of this nexus vortex
we are forever in camera range..

Our character assassination coordinates
are constantly subject to mass posting
by roving cyber voyeurs
seeking to mass distribute
their best "gotcha moment"

Our lives now open books
so take heed
about those private transgressions
formerly safely performed out of recorded sight

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Shell Game

 

All my fault lines..

Deeply contained..

Self restrained..

Stone exterior
must be maintained..

One crack
and my self constructed wall
of formerly reliable repressions

comes crumbling down..

Amidst the smoldering rubble

glowing beneath my feet

peeps would finally see me
as I really am...

Scary as this fresh exposure may be

in the long run it ain't so bad 

The Illusion Rules

Skating on frozen pond
as the snowflakes dance...

A true Dickens scene..

We escape into the dream
even though we know
nothing is as it seems...

For the snow is really
asbestos corn flakes
shaken vigorously..

Truth reduced to special effects..

A soothing opiate that suspends disbelief..

These illusions we do create
in this snow globe reality...

Just desperate performance art..

Impossible to sustain

as a permanent residence

Drag Drama Queens

On the brink of political elimination

No respite from the tension
of this perilous push back situation

Riddled with the corruptions

of our morally bankrupt leadership

is seriously undercutting

our forever tenuous

emotion driven positions

Bluster and bluff

can only take you so far

in this fact check Age of Tech

We the dwindling legion
of anti social evolution zealots
know that time is the enemy
as the forces of progress
breach our formerly entrenched position

Perhaps we have one
desperate counterattack left
in our grievance arsenal

History has come to bury us
but we are not without resources
and a passionate base of useful idiots

to do our mass communications bidding

Disinformation remains our best defense 

Sound Off

 

Never confuse shyness
with a lack of self confidence..

In fact those of us who value silence
over bloviating displays of arrogance
choose not to join the chorus of ignorance
that these days serves as currency
in a bankrupt world where volume

is valued over substance..

So take a verbiage time out ...

Stop your yapping

for a fleeting moment

of glorious quietness...

 

You may actually hear

those who stealthily roll

with thoughtful contemplation

muttering to themselves

under their collective breathes

what an obnoxious ass you are

Wrecking in Technicolor

Our friendly corporation

of all things virtual reality
for a slightly exorbitant fee
can modify your temporal lobe
for the glorious purpose

of colorizing your dreams..

Of course with every tech innovation
there comes the insidious

disclaimer side effects
such as everything you now view consciously
will now be cast in black and white..

Sort of like your narrow take on politics

Top Choice

Left or right ?

Dim or bright ?

High or low?

So hard to know
the proper life choice to make
or the best course to take
when every option is replete
with variables we can not foresee..

Once upon a time way back in '93
the confirmed bachelor that was me
made the brave play
to push all my relationship chips in
and gamble on the game of matrimony
with a lovely buxomy young lassie
who fortunately

was in to playing long shots like yours truly..

Sometimes odd couples like we
make the very best matching set..

So even when dealt a losing hand by life
and I zigged when I should have zagged
I am a winner in grandest of schemes
cause I lucked out when you agreed

to be my forever wife..

And we ain't done yet

Self Spillage

 

These moral blinders you wear
to justify your rationalizations
are starting to slip..

Like that loose lid on your hypocrisy
currently leaking ugly reality 
and spilling all over
your once pristine narrative..

The damage control for this mess

is gonna be

quite a prohibitive expense..

Next time roll with a tad more clarity..

Take the vow of responsibility

and assume self ownership

of this whole imperfect rigmarole  

Delusion in a Box

 

I like my box..

Love it you could say..

Though I use to not
relish the restrictions

those walls brought..

Cause I had been indoctrinated
by the whole freedom myth..

That  "Birds need to fly" bullshit..

So one day I flew away..

Blew my peer pressured ass

right out of my cozy coop..

Crash landed..

Bad choices..

It happens..

So I traded in my frayed wings

for that retirement from everything thing

Now I do so love

my flimsy cardboard box
for the security it brings

Fake as it may be

For in this fleeting life

self delusion is the thing

Self Inflicted

Despite massive rationalizations
and desperate protestations
there can be little doubt
that time is running out..

When grading our terra stewardship
it will be the determination
of alien archeologists
that the species in charge really blew it..

Ruining one cool little planet
with their fatal arrogance 

and unrelenting greed

Push For Release

Do not play the part
of outraged middle age 
when your offspring
does impractical things
that young adults tend to do...

They are transitioning through
and making crazy memories
that they will forget too
when lecturing their own kids someday..

Hypocrisy ain't hard wired in our DNA..

It's a just another nasty trait we pick up along the way

 

Fate Dictates

Parallel lines
will never intersect..

Dutifully they maintain their distance..

Buffer space pre determined
by the grand designer

of their origination..

An authoritarian author

who has decreed
these two shall never meet

as the separate pair

take the horizon tour

toward eternity

Survival of the Quietest

Thoughts emanate from the male brain         
and exit our mouths with great speed...

This is Basic Gender Communications 101
though this task often lacks the efficiency
to protect my team's survival needs..

 
Proper word choice is always the challenging key ..

We gotta take heed
of insidious
potentially deadly
hidden meanings...

Remember that when we verbally joust
with the female of the species
we our badly outmanned...

Our every gesture..

Every shade of nuance 
is always subject to interpretation...

At the mercy of her explosive perceptions
as our very words get twisted
to bludgeon us into submission ..

Even inflection has to be considered..

It’s not what you say, but how you say it..

With so many potential pitfalls
we need to accept the logical conclusion.
that we boys should learn to practice
verbal abstinence

Patch and Go

The Amazing Mr. Gimmick..

Quick fixer extraordinaire..

Has a knack
for slap together
work around solutions
not found in any manual..

Duct tape and string..

       
Patch it up quickly
and pray it holds..

Every functional day
is a victory of creativity

over conventionality

Clogged Vent

Condemned at birth was I...

Never fully cleansed
from that original sin
I played no part in...

 
Anger issues implanted...

Hard wired resentments...

Today I am way past warranty
but the madness still persists...

Who do I see about this??

Ticket To Oblivion

So preoccupied was I
with my latest shit
I missed the big pic
that my distracted ass
was currently riding
the wrong train
to the wrong place..

Since I am almost there
at the end of the line
it may be time

for me to get off somewhere
in the middle of nowhere..

I doubt my insignificant 

existence will be missed..

Guide Guy

Take my hand
my brave little man...

Let me lead you
through this scary world
we gotta navigate today...

Take my hand
my brave little man...

I know the way..

The safe path of conformity
you will make your own
and pass on to your son someday...

Go Go to the So So

It is unprecedented..

So much so
nobody knows
what exactly we got here..

It is so

god damn unrepentant..

Wrecking all past conventions

to such an extent
nobody can recall 
exactly what came before..

Can flowers grow in this fog
that descended while we slept?

Probably not...

Probably so...

I guess I don't know...

Do you??

Open the Can

The majesty of any moment
rolls by in sporadic time increments..

The memory opportunity 
to be possibly implanted
and forever cherished
is totally lost on those
who perpetually view
this precious finite life
with eyes and hearts closed

Say What?

The Bafflegabian
from the Republic of Bafflegab
speaks fluent Bafflegabeese..

Sort of a hybrid mix of Chinese
and archaic Mangleese..

No one understands
what the fuck he is saying
except the ancient Vulgarian
who is so angry at the Bafflegabian
he's refuses to talk with him..

Given how pissed he usually is

maybe tis best we are lacking translation..

Then again,

maybe our misunderstood friend

is just frustrated

he has no one to talk too

Pro Control

The Right to Life
comes with a steep price..

Kids born to single moms...

Many of them lacking in resources..

These right to life children
will soon enough

join the cycle of poverty
cause the prolife party
ain't never been keen on programs
that give the poor a helping hand
to help them climb out of misery ..

They call this Socialism..

Government overreach..

Except where your uterus is concerned..

That belongs to them ..

The truth is they don't give a damn
about the true sanctity of life..

Only power and control
like the medieval Lords of old

Peer Pressure Teardrops

Don't trade in
your self respect
for a few fleeting moments
of perceived social coolness

That affirming spot light
you so desperately seek
will blind your senses
and expose bad intentions

In the end the consequence
just ain't worth the polite applause

from the shallow trend setting crowd

who will turn on you at the first chance