Hard and Dirty

 

Purists of heart
rarely play it smart
cause these would be martyrs

and inflexible saints
live in a world of pious purity
of how things should be
as opposed to the messy

"as is" reality
the rest of us

slightly cynical sinners
insist on residing in

as a matter of practical necessity

While we often gag

on forced compromise

with duct tape and chicken wire workarounds

we have no choice

but to try and digest

as best we can
the slop indifferent Circumstance
plops on our stained plates

All the while enduring

the condescending critiques

of the holier than thou freaks

looking down with their quaint philosophies

from a lofty cloud existence

that keeps them above the mess

and all the contentious nastiness

that would soil their pristine wings

if not for our dirty work trench efforts

Can you sense our bitterness?

No wonder we're all in frickin therapy

Twitter Down

 

If it's opinion nuance you seek
the silo X domain
sure ain't the right place

for your kind of discourse

For you see

the mighty algorithm unseen
caters to the zealot extremes
for maximum clickage
which leaves no place
for muted moderate existence

Those perpetually frustrated
seekers of common ground
and boring shades
of sensible gray
have become so marginalized
these contentious days
they now are displayed
only in empty museums

Someday these forgotten fossils
will make a necessitated return
but only after
the current fringe element tyrants
have stretched the limits of free speech
to such a dangerous extent
that they snap this once noble concept

 

At the Prison Show

 

I do so adore offensive things..

Unbridled debauchery..

Social anarchy

pissing down on the foundation

of what passes for normal conformity..

I can't ever be shocked enough..

Over stimulation

to my sense of propriety

is the opiate I crave..

Maybe cause I'm so damn bland..

My spirit of adventure

forever locked away in a gray prison

of self conscious paralysis..

An overly civilized citizen
always doing the right thing
as I've been programmed to do

by centuries of oppressive morality..

I do so envy the freaks and geeks

with all their flashy excesses

that go way beyond the boundaries

uptight peeps like me see only in dreams..

Unleashing our deepest liberating fantasies..

I do so adore offensive things..

Even if only as a voyeur spectator..

Which regrettably is all I'll ever be

Safety Last

 

Merrily we dance
over and around
this trip wire existence..

Not because
we are foolhardy
or have a death wish..

And certainly not because

we roll oblivious

to life's inherent dangers

every time we venture forth

into the pit of social bullshit..

What you consider reckless
we view as a life choice necessity
cause only by challenging mortality
can one truly feel alive

Salvation Deferred

 

Oh great..

Here I am
at my coming to Jesus moment
only to find the Son of God
ain't paying attention..

Proclaims he is being pulled
in too many directions..

Apologizes for being distracted
and requests I come back
for absolution another day

when he'll be more focused 

to dispense standard anointments...

Timing has never been my forte

but I will return anyway

cause I have an unshakeable faith

in my very human ability

to be continually disappointed

Myth Makers

 

It's true..It's true..

MAGA media has made it clear..

Life was perfect during the Trump years..

I know history is a blur
but that's how things really were.. 

The rain never fell til after sundown..

The lights shone brighter did they not?

Inflation was what you did to a tire..

In Trumpalot.. Trumpalot..

Where subjects walked the streets without a care..

There was peace and joy everywhere..

Love was always in the fragrant air..

Cause those filthy immigrants did not dare

cross the border into Trumpalot..

Deep State historians may have forgot
but there was nary a more congenial spot
than happy ever afterings than here in Trump..a..lot

Clocking Out

 

Another day..

Leaking away...

Seeping into days

previously played
til the calendar blurs
into a polluted stream
of murky yesterdays
clouding our overloaded memories..

The ending now

an undeniable certainty 
of an all too finite reality
as the realization hits me
that time is a precious commodity

I really need to stop wasting 
writing this weak ass poetry

that nobody ever bothers to read

cause they have better things

to do with their own dwindling time

The End

 

Malfunctioning me
just can't catch a break these days
cause all my shit is breaking..

I hold my breath

every time I flip a switch

and try to turn on a device..

Ain't life a bitch?

Obsolescence by design..

Erosion of the mind..

Corrosion of the soul..

The curse of longevity
is realization of the certainty
that we are every bit as finite 
as our current broken toys..

Only we can't be replaced or fixed..

Ain't life a bitch?

Carpe Diem or bust my temp friends..

Glory Be the System

 

Ladies and gentlemen...

Please be advised
there will be collateral casualties
during our glorious transition
from here to there

as we separate

the wheat from the chaff..

Rest assured our beloved pliable populace

Project Darwin has been carefully crafted

for Society's greater protection...

The drop off losses
of those deemed weak
fall within acceptable parameters
as calculated by leadership
who of course roll with zero risk
as they rightfully take maximum benefits

Pay no heed to those of selfish dissent

constantly whining about perceived inequities..

They have zero concept of the sacrifice

good citizens like you are required to make

to build and maintain

this magnificent economic pyramid..

These dangerous anarchist malcontents

want not only to piss on our great traditions

they seek to obliterate your dreams

of ascending to the top some day..

Rest assured our firm but fair Peace Forces

will make these communists

go away permanently..

Which brings us to our next glorious initiative..

Operation Authoritarian..

Thank you for your attention

 

Check the Weather Vane

 

Sure these headwinds are stiff
and our tasks straining
against maximum resistance
but based on past experience
we know this is a temporary impediment..

The persistent forces

we are struggling against

which currently stand intransigent 
are destined to shift
in a direction that eventually benefits
patient grinders like us

Meet Me on the Baseline

 

I know you want your team to win
in this contentious

political combat cauldron..

So I always expect 

major creative spin
to frame the issues your way..

And blaming the other side..
for everything bad
is standard procedure today
but can we not at least agree
on basic standards
of human decency
that can still unite us?

Can not we 
as part of this shared humanity

mutually condemn those cretins 
on either side
who violate even the minimum
baseline of morality?

There still has to be a line
of appropriate behavior
that good people never cross..

But if we continue 

choosing to value politics
over doing the right thing

then we as a species
are indeed forever lost 

Overdue Repairs

 

The hypocrisy do flow
in both directions...

You know how it goes...

All the righteous indignations
and high volume protestations
blast posting on perpetual loop..

And you know what?

It's all partisan bullshit..

Tit for tat nonsense..

Gotcha combat politics..

wrapped with useless verbiage..

Diarrhea hyperbole on a stick..

Nothing will ever get solved

if we sensible moderates

continue to let these zealots

dominate every conversation..

Time to escort these bastards

back to the opinion fringes

and let us adults fix this mess

Stranger Than Fiction

 There was a time

when I could post satire

of an over the top nature and it would be very obvious I was tweaking the ignorant

bastards of intolerance who reek of various

illogical prejudices

that cry out to be lampooned..

Not so today in corrupted

social media platforms where bigots and white supremacists

hold sway with unchecked arrogance as the toxic bile they spew daily

blurs the line between satirical content and what passes as serious political commentary

(Sigh)

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

\

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

Gender Blocks

 

Barkeep...

Please pour me another drink
cause like those horny girls over there
currently ignoring my unappealing ass
I got painful chains to dissolve too..

Though my constraints are male specific..

Forged over centuries of gender restrictions..

Human feelings harshly suppressed..

So I don't wanna play a stoic
emotionally repressed guy tonight...

I wanna wallow in a sobby pool
like a self pitying teary eyed fool
and really get into my misery

But please don't worry about depressed me..

Come morning I'll crawl back

into my stone casing

and become emotionally numb again

like a REAL man

Concept Requiem

 

Our deceased friend we bury today
was a real relic of yesterday..

A dinosaur of the highest quality
saddled with a maddening morality

that made him a freakish outcast

in a jaded world tilted off it's axis..

Now he's just another disillusioned stiff
who saw all of existence go to shit
and became extinct
cause the bastard could not adapt
to this cynical reality..

Alas there are so few of us left

to mourn our fellow mocked misfit

now buried with his diminished values

that hopefully one day

will become fashionable again..

If not, the society

who ridiculed him

with his antiquated ways

will be joining our fossil pal

in extinction some day