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No One To Call

Recently the company corporation

I work for gave “sensitivity” training

You know “sensitivity”

The euphemism for

How to be a decent human being

Egotisticaly did not need

Because I have a tendency

To put myself in

Other people’s shoes

Albeit rare

As least in the individual sense

More in the collective

Where prejudices lie

Of all the f#@%ed up

Things my parents

Passed down

Racism and sexism

To my best perception

Were not one of them

Instilled or installed

Most poignantly

My uncle

Who worked for

Then later owned

My grandfather’s plumbing business

Used to point out

Everyone’s money is green

Any way after watching

Many video examples

Actor portrayals

Highlighted behaviors

Of what not to say

Who not to touch

How to correct the situation

Via lines of communication

Through open door polices

All the way up

To calling “Human Resources”

(More Euphemisms)

It occurred to me

That our alleged leader

Our philanderer in chief

# 45 or co conspirator

Named as “individual one”

Violates or has violated

Every example

In the training videos

Only to realize

In order to stop or

“Correct” the behavior

We have

No one to call


Impossible To Execute

At least in its current

Beta form

The notion of

Taking guns

The big noisy ones

Away from the

John Wayne impersonators

And the only line

They have to remember is

I’ll give up my gun,

When they pry it

From my cold dead hands.

It is emotionally charged

Poorly thought out

Completely illogical

Therefore impossible to execute

Wanting to get guns

Away from people who

Want to kill people

By other people who

Want to kill people

On one hand

Would get rid of

All the right people

On the other hand

Would not stop

The devastating death

It intends to prevent

Therefore there is

Still a nonviolent solution

And cost effective

To implement with

An ad campaign

Using billboards, TV and

A psychological study

Highlighting that the bullet

Is merely is an extension

And a projection

Of the insecurity’s

Of the gun owners

Micro phallus and the

Need to own

A mechanical replacement

Proves without revelation

How small theirs is

That if they voluntarily

Empty the safes

Of their cache

It lets everyone know

They already have

A big one and do not

Need to compensate

Smelt them all down

Build new schools

So children can learn

Their ABC’s and gazintas

Instead of perfecting

Duck and cover moves

Which are

Impossible to execute

Magic Numbers

On fool display

At the useless debate

Now you see them

Now you don’t

Conjured out of

Theoretical existence

For a reaction

That his / her plan

Is better, because

“Their” magic numbers

Are more magical

And the audience(s)

Can not see

The slight of

“Holy #@%#”

I just made

That number up

And it is getting applause

Better write that down

Polish up my act

Only proving it has

Nothing to do

With leadership

Merely outperform

The other

Numerical magicians

On the stage


Plans and promises

Fashioning after a

Three-card monte

Shuffling optimism

With fear and emotion

The Divisiveness Of Equal

Equal: not changing : the same for each person


As in “All men are created equal”



We are just floating around the cosmos as a biological genetic accident, born out of a Goldilocks freak random happenstance of a planet, with just the right amount of carbon, hydrogen, oxygen and atmosphere to exist long enough to develop a consciousness.

Barely at that, as there is such deceit, misinformation and falsehoods in the statement. One that everyone seems to want to hang their hat on. When examined means nothing, save exhausting a cliche.

“All men are created equal”

Since that line is preserved like a frog in formaldehyde, let’s dissect it.

“Created”, being the largest part and easiest part to dissect, we’ll start there.

Created suggests a “creator”, to who’s only proof of existence, relies on “belief”. Knowing fool well, that in the middle of believe, is a *lie.

Therefore it is wildly contingent on perception based on rumors, heresy and blind interpretation transferred into books, impossible to decipher. Save controlling gullible masses.

Connected is “created equal”, like an auto manufacturer in the endless assembly line of human production, is simply not true.

The parts come from various suppliers, with different degrees of quality control. Some start off with such broken parts, they don’t even make it out of the factory.

The only thing remotely equal is the time frame to make them.

Seems as though the paint used to coat the surface changes the value.

Once imported, the ebony ones took five to make three. 3/5ths of 1 is not equal.

The red ones weren’t even counted. 0 is not equal to 1.

Ones with headlights were counted, but not given gas, hardly equal.

Properly euphemised, with no sexist intent, that disassembles the “all men” beginning.

I know I’ve used this quote/bit before, however it gives this the “oomph” for conscious clarification.

“Think of how it all started: America was founded by slave owners who informed us, “All men are created equal.” All “men,”(yeah), except Indians, *iggers, and women.

Remember, the founders were a small group of unelected, white, male, land-holding slave owners who also, by the way, suggested their class be the only one allowed to vote.

To my mind, that is what’s known as being stunningly–and embarrassingly–full of shit.”

George Carlin

Still it is referred to ad nauseam by cocky caucasians, emboldened by their error of superiority, which allows them to rule, or at least make the rules, doling out their version of “equality”.

“When you’re accustomed to privilege, equality sounds like oppression.”

Franklin Leonard

Let’s use the following to replace the worn out, untrue, mindless exhausted cliche.

All living beings deserve to be treated with respect, kindness and reverence in regards to the known manufacturer. (Earth)

Knowing that what is done to one, is done to all. In each moment, which in its starkest reality, is the only moment there is.

“Now, believe is a word that I have a serious problem with, right, because it has a “Lie” in the middle.

“DNA” Descendant Now Ancestor

– John Trudell

The Music Has Stopped

“When the music’s over
Turn out the lights”

– “The Doors”


Everyone is moving

To the beat

Of their own drum

We can not

Hear or feel

Our collective



It is drowned out by

Power and corruption

Greed and distraction

Death and destruction

Media and manipulation

Still we have

The tools to

Change the above

Using our

Minds and connection

Sharing and distribution

Life and construction

Spirit and communication

It is not up to the “them’s”

It is up to the “us’s”

“And if the music stops
There’s only the sound of the rain
All the hope and glory
All the sacrifice in vain

(And) If love remains
Though everything is lost
We will pay the price
But we will not count the cost”



The Original “Like”

Developed by restaurant patrons

Who, when asked by the wait staff

How does everything taste

After your mouth is completely full

Your only option is to

Give a “thumbs-up”

Otherwise you will

Choke to death

Or spew all of your food


In the kangaroo court

Of mass public opinion

Evidence holds no sway

It is emotions at play

Depending on which

Directions one is

Trained to look

Amongst us

There is a crook

A boy cry wolf deceiver

In the position of a leader

Many continue to believe

Hook line and sinker

Even as there is printed proof

Given by the self serving goof

45’s followers remain aloof

Denying for what reason

Supporting acts of treason