Truth DOA

 

This much is a certainty..

Here in the contentious abyss
of modern combat politics
one man's disinformation
is another's political dogma..

So pervasive are the stiletto slants
that truth which once passed for fact
gets sliced and diced daily to such an extent
as to now be unrecognizable

No witnesses ever found at this crime scene

who will corroborate the evidence

that should be obvious

if anyone was still interested

in paying attention

Hit Fowl

 

When the caged canary
began gasping
and getting all teary eyed
from the foul suffocating stench
of the toxic hyperbole

and sheer volume of lies
that permeate our environment
we knew what we had to do..

We executed the alarmist bird
and returned to the slow cook
soothing denials of the day

because not only

do we always shoot the messenger

we filet their Chicken Little asses

and serve them up with a nice Chianti

Time Vessel

 

I love
the tick tock of the clock
gently caressing
the silence of the night...

It sounds like
wisps of ethereal time 
seeping into the open sky..

Fear not
the moment's 

inevitable abandonment..

There will be eventual replenishment
of this eternal resource
carried by the chimes
and deposited in our laps

when the time is right

Mr Sickness

 

A pox on these damn coughing spasms !

Lungs expelling moss green sludge
that have populated

and multiplied unabated
from the dark depths
of my bronchial tubes
since the 80's..

I shall spit out the offensive sputum
like I do everything else in my congested
sickening fungal excuse of a life..

This chronic incurable condition

will one day be the death of me..

As with us all just a question of when

In Defense of Loneliness

 

Here on the periphery
silence is my primary currency..

This view from the edge
is always crystal clear..

From my perch on the side
I see and hear
all the chaos within..

The bickering discordant symphony
that passes for relations these days..

Here on the periphery
feel free to pity me

and label my solitude

as the epitome of being lonely..

But in the grand scheme
I am far more happy

than imprisoned you will ever be

Battle Bot Men

 

The contentious man

of an ornery bent

revels in his daily battles..

Pointless as they may be

these circular arguments

are the ultimate nowhere trip..

Self generated

and eternally perpetuated

this vile hatred

of those who oppose his views

is returned with equal fervor..

A peaceful solution

these friction junkies

will never find

for they are of a like

tightly bolted closed mind

Nut Soup

 

Twas decreed
by reliable shrink authorities 

that extremely warped me
is definitely
manic depressive..
obsessive compulsive..
psychotically repressive..
anti socially self destructive
with just a pinch of OCD..

and a few other quaint acronyms

I fail to recall

cause I don't focus too well

(must be my attention deficit thingy)

Of course all these faults

made me quite distraught

having so many things wrong with me

that I felt a smothering sense of inadequacy

so my self esteem was destroyed
and I became unhinged at the very thought

that quite possibly I was a misfit toy

adrift in a sea of social uncertainty..

This feeling was compounded

by the diagnosis

that my dire mental condition

was so hopeless

and beyond modern medications

that the best remedy for my ailments

would be to become a psychiatrist myself

Today I am a world renowned head doctor

dispensing the best bar tender type advice

and mood altering elixir cocktails

to the Loony Tune populace

Divine Planner

 Time is just a place

on the continuum of space..

A fluid eternal concept
that flows endlessly
through the deep ravine
carved out by many yesterdays..

Stacked with infinite precision
by the Master Creator..

No doubt to me that God exists
for all this coincidence shit 
can't be conveniently attributed

to massive random circumstance..

Though you can keep your prayers

and man made hosanna theologies

passed down through the centuries

as a means of mob thought control

by hypocrites in long robes..

I'll keep my faith very simple

and worship

this great watchmaker concept

of an intelligent universal design

Bully Comeuppance

 

The long awaited purge
foretold by obvious prophesy
was in reality
more of a messed up toilet flush..

Not a very well planned extinction
executed by these over eager fools
of dubious distinction
and even less delicate subtlety..

When comes the judgement

of cold hearted history
these heavy handed butchers

we all fear today
will not fare very well...

These ghosts will be brutalized..

Dark memories of their cruelties

categorized by scholars of misery

and filed away with the mistakes

of our too oft repeated inhumanity  

Man It Down

 

Holster those hormones!!

Too much time spent
in the masculine tense
can lead to conflict
as we boys constantly engage
in pointless pissing contests
to territorial declare

our tenuous dominance..

As we selfish swine ignore

the long suffering girls

rolling their collective eyes..

Trapped in their Mommy roles

wiping the noses of we sniveling brats..

Consigned to mop up

our every egotistical mess..

Perhaps the time has arrived

to let the wenches take the keys

and finally get to drive

the broken down 

testosterone fueled bus

The Blue Screen Crew

 

Drop those fears and open wide..

Pay the freak who rolls with one eye..

Time to set those inhibitions aside

and let Destiny take us for a ride..

Keep to the left.. Stay to the right..

Always respect the contradictions..

It's getting harder to tell
where the theme park ends
and real life begins..

Or is it the other way around?

Not gonna fret dangling definitions..

It's just another pointless self argument.. 

For we cartoon characters

desperately trying to be relevant

Glory Be to Cardio

 

80 heart beats per minute..

That's 4,800 thumps per hour..

And the number keeps multiplying
as days turn to years
one truth is perfectly clear..

This fabulous device
which powers our lives
while a marvel
of steady efficiency
can feel very empty
if it remains unfulfilled..

If fate and good fortune

smile in your direction

you'll meet a special

once in a lifetime angel

to share your heart with

for the rest of this trip..

Exactly like I did

when you walked into my life

and saved me

by agreeing to be my wife..

So many heartbeats ago 

Making It Up As We Go

 

In this culture where I reside
women paint their faces
before venturing outside...

A variety of products are applied
to produce the desired
reality dampening effect...

I just can't ever fathom
this archaic custom...

Why do ladies feel they need hide
self perceived human imperfections
they deem require makeup protection??

While we disheveled men
always get a visual pass
for our casual naturalness?

Must be yet another example
of gender unfairness

seeping through the cracks

that can't be spackled over

by cosmetic distractions

Widow Been There

 

The grieving widow
adorned in her best

black death threads
let's out a soft sigh
over the mangled body

of her latest hubby who just died...

Now I know some may whisper foul play
for this is the eighth man she's planted
but once again little Miss Sadness

has an airtight alibi
for on the night in question
she was with the next ill fated guy
destined to someday be her ninth 

tragic coincidence accident

Lazy Brains

 

Hey Mr Know It All..

Rambling on with your charts

and exhaustive BORING studies..

Spare us your expertise
wrapped around
overly informed opinions.. 

We ain't impressed
with your years of experience
and all the degrees
on top of the accolades
afforded heavily lauded 

knowledge gods..

The only authority we recognize
are experts of the internet variety

that have spent minutes of study

from fellow social media authorities

who while short on factual back up

are long on posting volume repetition..

These venerated influencers

are the modern day town criers

teaching us useful village idiots what to think

Joy Tripping

 

I GOT IT!!!

The elusive path to happiness
is by way of acceptance of the fact
that it's NOT our final location

tucked away in a mystical destination
forever just beyond the horizon..

Elation is found

in your current situation
within the here and now
wherever that may be..

It's all in the trip bitches..

The means not only justify the ends..

Our self crafted route defines them..

Selective Vision

 

Selective morality

so in vogue 

with us rambunctious 

foam at the mouth zealots

weighs heavily on the soul..

This modern affliction

causes my stiff neck

these contentious days
to be perpetually in pain
from always
looking the other way

from the high volume sins

of our very flawed leadership..

Handicapping me to such an extent

I have to shift my body
to see the train of reality
speeding down the tracks
to squash gullible me
and the proper discernment I lack..

When you read my brief obituary
the blurb that sums me up will say..

Death by lame rationalizations

Blessed Be the Woke

 

Hi Ho..Hi Ho..

It's off to Woke we go..

Gonna care about unfortunates..

Give comfort to people labeled deviants..

Won't demonize those persecuted

for living life different..

Gonna laugh off the righteous wrath
of MAGA based Christian hypocrites
because everyone knows
with us bleeding heart wokesters

Jesus has always rolled 

Album Busters

 

After we exit this Earthly stage all vestiges of our existence will be stored in the clouds with posted pic images laid out sequentially dutifully loading the history of our above ground timeline to remote servers everywhere til an inevitable hacked full memory dump by a bored incel does a massive deletion of our past lives in a frickin millisecond Just another humbling reminder that secure storage space is way more precious than disposable flesh and blood us

Free To Be Freaky

So bored am I

with my grind of a life

I hop into a pharma cab

to whisk me away

from this gray state of monotony..

A zombie cabby

of questionable morality

takes me on a surreal trip

and drops my soon to be sore ass

deep into the murky mist

of party down Apocalypse..

The evening is replete
with sinners and fake saints
casually intermingling

in a steamy cauldron
beneath neon illumination

bathing our congregation crew

in a soothing bluish hue..

When the moon finally retreats
our hypocrisy is complete
as all pretenses

of stifling normality

we wore previously

spill out onto the street

along with us denizens

of liberating debauchery 

Those of us weary participants

who are still upright

hug and do a numbers exchange

so that we may keep in touch

with new found freaky friends

who like us have to assimilate again

into a repressed society

none of we mutants understand

Fertilizer Spreaders

 

We of the gullible block
bought the latest
propaganda line
for pennies on the dollar..

After full absorption
of our daily allocated portion
we sit at our keyboards
to mass regurgitate the bullshit
we communally were fed..

The enemies of we vessels

defame us as useful idiots

with that condescending tone

that drove us over to the toxic side

where they at least

have the decency to pretend

they respect

perpetually pissed off us

Kidding Around

 

You do realize
it's OK to be happy?

You are more than worthy
and certainly deserving
for you have paid your dues
to the Blue Room of Melancholy..

So loosen your hesitations..

Drop those binding reservations..

Unleash that dormant smile..

Release the joyous inner child
too long imprisoned
by mundane adult responsibilities

Book Club

 

Blessed be to we

sinners and would be saints

struggling daily

to somehow make the best

of our less than ideal situations..

Far more questions

than answers abound

in this disjointed maze

where the way out

is rarely found..

Those of us seeking
divine revelation
find inspiration
from contemplation
found in ancient compilations
of dusty scrolls
scribed long ago...

Are we semi pious pilgrims

praying up the wrong tree?

God only knows

Mr Hybrid

 

I am a mutt..

A hybrid mix
of sincerity and bullshit..

An acquired taste
of bitter sweetness..

See me as I truly am..

A son of a bitch dog man..

Just another member 

of the freak show troupe

Limping our way through

this jagged uneven course

of rocky human relationships..

Saddled with the myriad

of maddening contradictions
none of us are destined

to ever understand

Stars of the Bizarre

 

If the clown shoes fit
you may as well wear them
and then own it..

Not the footwear
which anyone can buy
or temporarily rent..

Embrace what they represent..

Next level shit..

Your personal life choice statement..

Be the best freak
YOU choose to be..

YOU write your script..

Not them
with their judgmental
smirks of condescension..

Life's too short to be untrue

to the true YOU

Suckers Remorse

 

The leech of considerable popularity
is greatly celebrated

for it's pliability
and unrivaled slippery ability..

So what if this ravenous parasite
is slowly draining out the soul
of our wavering national integrity?

Perhaps getting sucked dry
by this nasty unqualified guy
is the penance for our past arrogance?

Maybe if we manage to survive

this one last senseless attack

we will learn the valuable lesson

to never be so gullible again

Wither John Wayne

 

My prospective love came to me

seeking a cup of pity

and maybe

a little human understanding..

I gave her the needed harshness
that I felt the situation called for

being the hard ass guy

I fancied myself to be..

The whole tough love rap

that I chose to dispense
was not well received
for she was seeking support
and not another 

suck it up

condescending lecture
or a cliched soliloquy full of crap
from a hypocrite like me..

Needless to say

my former love

never came my way again..

Of course she eventually

found a more receptive

shoulder on which to cry..

Now I am the sad one

all alone

with my fake macho front

desperately seeking compassion

in a world

where my brand of insensitive man

has gone out of fashion

Close the Reactor

 

These daze

everybody bitches

about this and that..

Collecting thumbs up affirmation

from negative birds of a feather

perched high above the fray

with lots to say

but nothing constructive

to fix the situation..

Do not be content
to just social media rant..

Get off your lazy texting asses..

Spring into action..

Do what you gotta do
to improve the core source
of your current angst..

I'll be behind you of course
firmly stationed here
on my Twitter perch

chirping away
with all the other

know it all life spectators

Monkey Stroke

 

Truth is what it is

and sometimes potentially true..

I will never be
as beloved as you..

Of course your popularity
is based entirely
on telling peeps
exactly what they wanna hear..

The art of ego inflation

pumped up by fact manipulation..

Everyone loves validation
even when it's shamelessly phony..

They lap up the accolades

and love the stroking messenger..

So I'll never be

as popular as you..

Cause I can't pimp bullshit

with the same degree

of sychophant efficiency

as devoted flunkies do

Changing Up

 

Time to reboot philosophies..

Refresh world views..

Access the fountain of knowledge

that sits at our fingertips..

Absorb these truths we never knew..

Drain off tired assumptions

that have not been challenged in years..

While we're at it 

let's lower anger levels..

Face down those irrational fears

that block fresh ideas

causing us to be

non receptive

moldy 

crusty

reactionaries