Sin Bin

The God we did invent

to track this sin concept

has become quite antiquated

and thoroughly irrelevant

in this age of mass discontent

The chains of behavior control

have been loosened permanently

All that remains

are sporadic pangs of conscience

from a bygone age

when peeps still gave a damn

about consequence

Cannibal Clubbing

Wanted to hook up with this chick so badly

I looked past her radical Antifa tendencies

So she took me to her favorite Deep State eatery

The Cannibal Club based in socialist L.A.

where all the best leftist celebs go to feast

on the succulent tender flesh of children

I always thought this was just a kooky QAnon myth

but there were the Clintons standing next to me

as we walked past the all you can eat Carnivore Buffet

At a corner table were the Obamas

dining on finger food munchies

as they chatted with the Spielbergs

who were busy sipping their blood lattes

My date order the Creamy Infant Bisque

which she proclaimed to be the house specialty

Seeking to avoid political confrontation

I told my dining companion I was a vegan

She called me out on my lie immediately

and screamed that I was a closet MAGA fascist

whose interest in her was purely prurient

The mood in the boisterous bistro grew tense

The Cancel Maitre d came over to denounce my existence

Banishment from this horrible establishment was decreed

for this was no place for such a fussy citizen like me

I wish this doomed relationship

with the sexy communist

had a happy ending

but at least I got a taste

of how the depraved half lives

More Than Worthy

 Unacceptable return on investment

was the label I once wore

back when I was not such a hot commodity

This brutally universal assessment

was the genesis of my depression

that extended deep into this century

til I finally came to realize

the folly of letting others devalue me

Confessions of a Frustrated Puppet

Deep down we all knew
truth on social media was skewed

Our click algorithms fed the slant

Dividing us into warring camps

Each side with their own versions of truth

Advocate text soldiers fighting battles fervently

Harsh debates raging on perpetual loop

Friendships became collateral casualties

Deflecting attention from our true enemy

Yanking our chains strung from shadow clouds

Life Redefined

Today's fluid ambiguities

are wrecking prior reliable metrics

to such an extent

that no one knows where we're at

For us to get back knowledge

we gotta lose these pointless measurements

Recalibrate standard definitions

and reboot the glossary

Bitches and Brats

Why in these days of mass discontent

I find myself constantly invoking

the "Two wrongs don't make a right" argument?

One would think by now this would be obvious

but uncivil discourse has become so childish

with all this tit for tat bullshit

Frustrated zealots now two sides

of the same tarnished coin

Instead of engaging contrarian views

in spirited, constructive debate

partisans instead hurl fire bomb invectives

which only serve to create

a culture of "us versus them" politics

This lack of civility is very depressing

For we as a society truly are regressing

when we should be stepping up

to collectively meet the challenges

of these trying times

Censor Tripping Bitching

Perpetually pissy minded purveyors of erasure

Wrecking the current conversation with censorship

Slathering on their suffocating versions

of what passes for art in their narrow minds

Tis a power tripping orgy of dangerous bullshit

Today their suppressions are but a mere annoyance

but beware the path of slotted thought

as the cancel culture drags our asses down

into the tyranny of one size fits all perceptions

No Means NO

I finally nailed little Miss Tease last night

Took a lot of alcohol to spread those legs

She protested meekly through her drunken haze

but I know deep down she wanted it

despite her lame hard to get protestations

Just another of her coy flirtations

I had to power through

This morning she said

I raped her fine body

While studly me contends

the hook up was consensual

I ain't worried

The slut has no case

She would get roasted before a jury

given her sleazy whoring past

and yet....

Her tears do seem very real

Perhaps I did move too fast

I wish I could take being such a dick back

but I gotta play out the harsh denial rap

lest my rape culture ass goes to jail

Perfume On A Pig

We danced like children

amidst the rubble

of the recently toppled past..

A jig of mutual delusion

that we had somehow blasted away

the stench of our wretched history

Of course this was yet another

desperate futile gesture

cause you can't cancel yesterday

Humanity would be better served

if we focused our energies

on fixing the injustices of today

Ghost Whisperers

On the fringes of plausibility

the usual suspects congregate

Spinning tales of intrigue

peppered with bitter conspiracy

Those who desperately wanna believe

are always the easiest dupes to deceive

Such useful idiots are they

to spread the poison gospel

that pollutes social media today

Delete Bin of History

passive AGGRESSIVE man
destined to bite the hands
of his many enablers
who perpetually look the other way

Of course there will be consequence
and desperate historical analysis
but it will all be a fruitless retrospective
of the rewrite guilt trip variety

My Twitter Addiction

Used to think I was lonely

A forlorn forgettable freak

A sexually frustrated geek

Then I fell into this Twitter shit

Please don't call it X

you Gulf of America nitwits

Now I know I am NOT alone

Spending heavy segments of time

with this clique of desperate exhibitionists

No, I don't wanna see your saggy tits

and I surmise you don't wanna view my scruffy dick

Please oh please do share your thoughts on current politics

Let's fight like bitches for the amusement of rich high followed influencers

Maybe they will retweet the bullshit we write

Make us stars for our fifteen minutes of eternity 

What a pathetic lot of losers are we

By now you should have ascertained

I am NOT here to make friends

or grovel for your approval

Who the Hell are you anyway?

Just random letters polluting my smudged screen

Blips desperately seeking social validation

Here we are all equally worthless

Gloriously beneath

the protective umbrella

of posting anonymity

One way or another I am going to have my say

So go ahead and block my sorry ass

for hypocritical violations

of a moral code written in crayon

Report offensive me to the content authorities

For I am NOT here to make friends

or fake ass acquaintances 

Revelation Impact

Jumped from a fourth floor window

Forty feet down to the ground

Cause five stories seemed too high

and two simply would not do

I wanted to die just right

Needed to feel my bones collide

with the waiting earth below

to finally and forever know

just for that last crash moment

what it was to be alive

Freaky Sheep

I know you want me
to stay in my assigned lane

React in the prescribed ways
as the playbook dictates
for all crammed in the pigeon hole

Sorry to disappoint...

I wanna make my own choice

Which very possibly
will not endear me
with all the other sheep
suckling on conventional orthodoxy

Post Apocalypse Harvest

The tide rolls in as scheduled..

Churning a foamy blanket..

Always good to see old friends..

Though we know it's temporary

We hungry gulls wait patiently
for the inevitable global revolution
to reveal the feast when the tide recedes
as we reap the spoils of planned anarchy

Rolling Hollow

Don't wreck my non sequiturs
posing as avant garde art

So what if the message is unclear?

I'm shooting for a higher truth here

Scour between my clouded lines

After empirical analysis you will find
a great spiritual reveal
about the depths of my emptiness

Mirroring our frivolous society
wrapped in a transparent shroud
of disposable nothingness

The Theory of Maybe

There is no reality like alternative reality seeping through the cracks of the Multiverse Time and space when bent do get frayed as the dimensions become stacked and overlayed I know this blended Universe concept is mind bending disconcerting but it's just another well meant theory

that went off the tracks rogue A comforting blast of scientific creativity designed to bolster our species self esteem that we be all knowing beings

just faking our way through the Cosmos

Slugs and Bugs

I do so prefer living under this rock

with all the slugs and bugs

a repelled society seeks to suppress

The conditions in this environment

are damp and cool

even in the most oppressive climate

Our hard cover exterior

offers protective shade

from the deadly effects

of the glaring spotlight

which brutally evaporates

and reduces to dust

we non conforming types

the outside world rejects

We just wanna exist in peace

though many of us suspect

those you deem beneath you

will still be around

long after your fragile

house of marked cards

burns to the ground

Ghost Writer

I find I write my best nonsense
when scribing anonymous
to a ghost audience

Only then can I be honest
and not fret about loose consequence
from the legions of friends and foes I know
saddled with preconceived notions
about who they perceive me to be

Familiarity certainly does breed
honesty inhibiting self censorship

Poison On A Sharp Stick

"Time to bail on this failed experiment ! "

screamed the frustrated mice legions

trapped in a nowhere maze

not of their own creation...

A rodent task force was convened

to explore the varied alternative exit strategies..

All the most toxic poisons available

were laid out on a warped table..

None of the options seemed very promising

but the best worst choice had to be made..

Can't stay in stagnation forever

though there are many who want to

cause they fear future uncertainty

dire as all possibilities seem to be..

Such are the trap doors of history

for we only study the paths taken

and never the discarded paths forsaken

that actually may have been better

  

Zoomerang

For every square on your screen
neatly stacked and arranged
there is a head waiting to be seen...

When the audio spotlight is activated
the enlarged face so designated 
is chosen to dominate the cyber conversation

This is the new Zoom democracy
our brilliant tech wizards did create
to fully empower our confined congregation

Those dinosaurs still seeking human relations
will have to pray when world rotates back
liberated body less people will want to reengage 

Don't count on it....

Boot..Boot..Reboot..Boot

Need to hit the reset button

to return to factory settings

since this damn thing ain't working

The reset button I just can not find

For it's existence would certainly inhibit

it's well crafted sleek aerodynamic design

The instructions manual has also gone missing

Much like my present absence

Assigned to dysfunctional obsolescence

Guidance is quite useless anyway

Lost deep in this quarantine life abyss

Where time is now as irrelevant as reset buttons

Sharp Pin Meet Balloon

"I am the State"
Louis XIV proudly exclaims
to the cheers of the mob
who chant his name

All the many character flaws
the authoritarian carries
get magnified exponentially 
and bubble to the surface

For power without responsibility
really does corrupt absolutely

Now operating beyond restraints

Devoid of checks and balances

The heads of Kings swell eventually
bloating to the point where the now insulated
self proclaimed Sun God
gets totally detached from reality

Once the tyrant becomes fully deluded
their eventual descent
becomes an historical imperative

Which would be of course
Louis XVI's harsh headless fate

HISTORY REPEATS...HISTORY REPEATS

(rinse and spit)

Clicking on the Crucifix

Did you happen to see
the latest rocking vid stream
starring Jesus the Nazarene?

That log haired socialist freaky preacher
recently snuffed out by the authorities
for speaking of love and other treasons

Got over a million views the other day
Replete with numerous hearts and sad faces

His dream of reaching the masses came to fruition 
for he was now finally an internet sensation
which probably came as little consolation
though this brutal execution exposure
did get his radical message out
about peace and turning the other cheek

An extremely painful way to succeed
if you've ever been to a Crucifixion
you know exactly what I mean 

Anyway, in today's insane episode
of a show we thought complete
I'll be damned if the J Man
we had all seen previously bloodied and deceased
did not rise up and somehow beat death

It may just be amazing CGI
but it sure as Hell looked real to me

I wonder how he is ever going to top this?