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Comedy Cul-De-Sac

“I want to run
I want to hide
I want to tear down the walls
That hold me inside

I want to reach out
And touch the flame

Where the streets have no name

I want to feel sunlight on my face
I see the dust cloud disappear 
Without a trace

I want to take shelter
From the poison rain

Where the streets have no name

Where the streets have no name
Where the streets have no name”

– U2

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Comedy Cul-de-sac

At the Intersection of Hope and Despair

George Carlin Drive

Bill Hicks Court

Eddie Murphy Lane

Doug Stanhope Way

Joe Rogan Loop

Steve Martin Square

Chris Rock Street

Carlos Mencia Manor

Steve Wright Alley

David Cross Path

Richard Pryor Bypass

Greg Giraldo Gate

Christopher Titus Turnpike

Sam Kinison Motorway

Kathleen Madigan Circle

Patton Oswald Place

Don Rickles Route

Mitch Hedberg Highway

Bill Burr Spur

Paul Mooney Mile

Tom Simmons Trail

Louis CK Avenue

Dick Gregory Junction

Stern Show Byway

Louis Black Road

Tammy Pescatelli Parkway

Alonzo Boden Boulevard

Lenny Bruce Back Road

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As for listening to comedy

I may not be better for it

Or even funnier or wittier

But I’d be deader without it

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When I’m not in a  “Rush”

To escape the “Iron Maiden”

After crossing the river “Styx”

To entertain me and “U2”

With plenty of “Heart”

Where I’m just “3 Doors Down”

Sipping on refreshing “Ice T”

Enjoying some “Eminem”‘s

And staying out of “Traffic”

Avoiding “The Police”

Reading about the “Queen”

Talking about the “Prince”

Stuttering as to whom should “B.B.King”

Ending up in “Chicago”

Whilst cheering for the “Damn Yankees”

Waiting ” ‘Til Tuesday”

To stop my “Rage Against The Machine”

And causing “Widespread Panic”

In time to catch another “Train”

Named the “REO Speedwagon”

Then getting in one of my “Cars”

One was broke down so I called

“Mike and The Mechanics”

I should have taken “Jefferson’s Airplane”

That is how “Frankie Goes To Hollywood”

On a “Black Sabbath”

Going to see “Dr. Dre”

About a bug bite

Not sure if it was a “Beattle”

Or a “Scorpion”

Better quit while I’m still on “ZZ Top”
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Incommunicado

“Backwards words say to used I. Again go I there ,shit oh.”

– George Carlin

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If God whispered in my ear

The translation would be lost

Between my mind and my mouth

Forcing her to repeat herself

 

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As an observer here is what I see

I have a befuddled way to speak

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Therefore any notion of clarity

Is obviously an absolute rarity

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The questioning switch is turned on

Deciphering what to say may be wrong

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Even to the most simplest of things

Hesitation verbal gesticulation it brings

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If I see something that appears to be blue

Will ask myself first if this could be true

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Something so plain why does it matter

Yet it puts my brain in to a scatter

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Close to a primary color to be sure

My perception tells me it’s azure

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Before I speak, to myself I inquire

Maybe it is more of a sapphire

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Clogs the filter that is the dilemma

At least I don’t have verbal diarrhea

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If you think that is unimaginable

Guess what happens with an intangible

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Such as a feeling or an emotion

That causes a cranial commotion

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To hell with that damn old cliche

Say what you mean and mean what you say

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As the words get mangled along the way

For sure too the meaning goes astray

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‘Bout the only way think I can be clear

Is if I take the time to write it here

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That too makes me exasperated

Thinking too much I have extrapolated

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Oh shit. There I go again. I used to say words backwards.

Uninvited

“Until they become conscious, they will never rebel, and until after they have rebeled, they can not become conscious.”

“Winston Smith”

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– George Orwell  “1984”

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“Uninvited”

Yet stays as a permanent guest

Technology and surveillance is

Inviting everyone’s big brother

Into their home only to have him

Watch you pay for their telescreens

On in every room on every wall

Well established at airports

Encroaching at gas station pumps

Sports bars and restaurants

Fast food joints and supermarkets

In your hands or on your lap

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“The people will not revolt. They will not look up from their screens long enough to notice what is happening.”

– George Orwell  “1984”

 

“The little ones sit by their TV screens
No thoughts to think
No tears to cry
All sucked dry
Down to the very last breath

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And somewhere out there in the stars
A keen-eyed look-out
Spied a flickering light
Our last hurrah

And when they found our shadows
Grouped ’round the TV sets
They ran down every lead
They repeated every test

They checked out all the data in their lists
And then the alien anthropologists
Admitted they were still perplexed

But on eliminating every other reason
For our sad demise
They logged the only explanation left
This species has amused itself to death

No tears to cry
No feelings left
This species has amused itself to death
Amused itself to death

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– Roger Waters

From

“Amused To Death”

 

Stains Of Throne

Bled upon the

Seat of avarice

By the king deceiver

A boy sobbing wolf

Even Geoffrey couldn’t

Compete against the

Power hungry narcissist

Obnoxiously ostentatious

Putin’s petulant puppet

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However he got there

45 rules with an

Empty head under

A golden crown using

Whatever placates

The pushover

Proletariat pawns

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Not just here to pick

On individual one

His 44 predecessors

Laid down the track

For this runaway train

While the collective

Supplied the cold steel

Spikes and wooden ties

Cleared the way

Built the bridges

And blasted the tunnels

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We have allowed a

Complete lack of

Our own self awareness

To usurp our power

By believing in clichés like

The most powerful man

Or office in the “free” world

When neither could be

Further from the truth

Nor “free” for that matter
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Still we participate

Kneeling down as

Avid automatons

Willing servants

To chaos and deceit

While many starve

And corporments stash

Against what “they” say

Cannot be cured

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Flogging disregard

To the rule of flaw

Under our noses

Like it does not matter

To which it doesn’t

Lest it was applied

Equally supposing

That justice is blind

It is

It can not see

The tipper of the scale
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Applying its own rules

As it sees fit

In its fits of rage

Seeking injustice

By combativeness

Greed and contempt
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That should a brief

Moment or twinge

Of questioning

Rectify the brake less

Cuckoo locomotive

 

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Until the “Royal” we

Paradigm shifts

Differently from

What we have known

All the bleach

In the world

Will not remove

The stains of throne

 

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“Dreaming about some kind of life

We say, it could have been different

But it wasn’t, because we weren’t

No matter what, it turns out the same”

– John Trudell

From “Rich Man’s War”

 

Fun With A Haiku

Haikus can be fun

Makes you count on your fingers

Syllables needed

That’s how I need to do it

Oops just made it a tanka

A Pretzeled Mind

With half baked ideas

Cookie cutter responses

Still Boiling over

Yet undercooked

Adding diced dichotomy

To simmering sarcasm

An ounce of humanity

For each cup of kindness

A pinch of enthusiasm

Salted to taste

Chilled for two hours

On a greased

Flash in the pan

 
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This needs some work

I should start from scratch

Most Likely A No Vote

On the release of an unredacted

Version of the Mueller report

If and when it ever comes to that

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Skeletons are dancing in the closets

Of senators and representatives

Therefore the posturing continues

Concealing the trepidation and fear

Of transparently doing the right thing

To immediately release Mueller’s report

Too busy deciding who they serve

(Against what they don’t want revealed

In that they might lose their “power”

When objectively they have none)

It is certainly not the constitution

Or the people Or the “Rule of Flaw”

Merely the propagandocracy that runs

The distraction & manipulation machine

To serve the corporations/governments

As the dog and pony show continues

Befuddled broadcasters & talking heads

Giving color commentary to a game

Of tic-tac-toe knowing in the long run

There are no winners or losers only

Consumers in a vicious cycle in the

Immersion of see & hear advertisements

Hoping that the next new shiny object

Will fill the abysmal void of the soul

As absolutely nothing is geared for

The elevation and enlightenment

Of the consciousness of humanity

Towards the realization we are all one

Especially since the closer we get

The louder and more bizarre the chaos

Is “reported” to the masses as “news”
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“Do you know we are being led to
Slaughter by placid admirals

& that fat slow generals are getting
Obscene on young blood

Do you know we are ruled by T.V.”

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“I’m sick of dour faces
Staring at me from the T.V. tower.

I want roses in my garden bower; dig?”

Jim Morrison

From an “American Prayer”

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I’d be willing to bet a huge amount of cash that there is more than one copy of Mueller’s report. Barr probably has at least a half a dozen.

An original

A copy of the original

One to redact

One for Trump’s team to redact

A backup for that one as that would be impossible to redact after being shredded

One for a research team to find every conceivable loopholes such as

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Determining what the definition of “is” is

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“It depends on what the meaning of the word “is” is. If the – if he – if “is” means is and never has been that is not – that is one thing.

If it means there is none, that was a completely true statement.

But, as I have testified, and I’d like to testify again, this is – it is somewhat unusual for a client to be asked about his lawyer’s statements, instead of the other way around.”

– Bill Clinton

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WHEW

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Wouldn’t you think somebody could pull a Daniel Elsburg and get one copy out of Washington and to the WAPO & NYT

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Nope,

Everyone is on the take to present and propagate their own personal perspective to push pull placate or pummel Putin’s petulant petty poor puppet president…..