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The Billboard I See

A baby is a baby

Born or unborn

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The billboard I’d like to see

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A baby is a baby

Born or unborn

Unless it grows up

To wear a uniform

(Going to need a bigger billboard)

As society’s

Alleged protector

Cast as an image

With a projector

Using words to

Describe honor

A mind trick

To kill one another

Out of the womb

Death is okay

For with your

Taxes you’ll pay

For that, most

Will turn a blind eye

When all should shed

A dichotomous cry

After writing this

The coincidence of

Traveling the same route

On a different day

The next billboard

That caught my eye

Was the military

Recruitment one

Which surfaced

George Carlin’s bit

“Conservatives want live babies so they can raise them to be dead soldiers.”

– George Carlin

Then I dug this up from;

An oldie, but a goody from

“A place for my stuff”

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“Hey, why doncha join the service? Join the fuckin’ service! Join up and die!

How do you expect to keep the country free if you won’t die? I’m dead. I died in World War II!

I’m fuckin’ dead! Can you say that? Come on. Join up and die!”

– George Carlin

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Wouldn’t you think, at this point in our alleged evolution, we could figure out how to accomplish everything we need to without violence and bloodshed.

Just asking for a planet, full of bi-pedal oxygen breathing, monoxide exhaling, red-blooded, skeleton supported, solar powered, carbon-based, large brained, earth inhabitant omnivore artists.

Who, when viewed from a distance filtered through the ozone layer all look the same.

Creating various shelters, all seeking ways to obtain food and water. Dining and drinking, pooping and peeing, smiling and laughing, working and resting, sleeping and snoring, all to wake up the next day and do it again.

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“Just an observation, maybe I need different glasses.”

– Angelo Devlin

Remember The Date

Today

Actually this moment

Yesterday is a figment

Of your imagination

Tomorrow is a

Projection of

Your perceptions

Now is the only

Moment that

Actually exists

 

 

 “A moment is coming. Almost here. Its getting closer… any moment now, almost here aaaaaaand now its gone.”

– George Carlin

Glue

Belief must be the glue

That holds an individual

To its caged cranial confines

Questioning those would

Cause them to come unglued

As seen in desperate attempts

By vocalizing or printing them

On screens or near water coolers

In an uncompelled need to

Convince others of their beliefs

Not so much that they exist

Rather that the beliefs are valid

Typically more important

Than other’s benign beliefs

Lately over political ideologies

Which “lives” matter theories

Whether or not masks work

All of which are somewhat

Tangible concepts for discussion

That can be put to the test

Via perceived proof and practice

Dissection and determination

Of observations and outcomes

It is the belief in various

Invisible APAKALOBs

(All Powerful All Knowing

All Loving Omniscient Being)

That seem the most

Present and implausible

Proof of any or many is impossible

To prove those beliefs remain

In the imagination of the individual

How incrementally indoctrinated

They have been since birth

Or discovering the internet

Hoping to find superficial

Surfaces they can adhere to

Celebrating Freedom

With fireworks

Is such a contradiction

Having

Freedom is its own reward

Flags

Fireworks

Ammendments

Are merely chains

Binding the perceiver

Shackling them to

Their prisoned cell

Further away from

Freedom

It seems as though

People enjoy their

Regulated freedom

Freedoms they’re

Told and sold they have

Working Perfectly

The system is

Working perfectly

By getting people

To believe it’s not

That somehow

It can be “fixed”

Wth a piece of paper

Or perhaps a law

A bigger gun

A taller wall

A vaccine

A different “leader”

Any or all could

Change today

And still the system

Will continue

Working perfectly

No Comparison

Only anomalous numbers

Being bandied about

As if they meant something

To the unaffected

Rather non-infected

Staying disinfected

Though disaffected

By the numbers

Because by themselves

They mean zilch

In regards to all

Overall deaths

Saturating our psyche

No comparisons to

Any actual actuarial info

Just blatant bombardment

With dizzying digits

Pointless percentages

Numbing numbers

Creating conspiracies

Where none exist

Or need to

To try and remain healthy

Or behave like

Spiritual Masters

Compassionate

Wise

Knowing

Empathetic

Yet beyond

The frailties of

Earthling artist’s

Perceived suffering

Following

I like how some people

Have the audacity to

Post a meme using

The likeness of

Morgan Freeman

As God from

“Bruce Almighty”

Covered with words

I doubt he uttered

That read……….

 

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You might not want to hear this..

But forcing people to wear masks

Has nothing to do with safety,

It’s an experiment to see who is

A follower and who isn’t.

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Meanwhile

The contradiction is

That the “poster”

On facebook

Is merely following

A different pied piper

Duh

It’s still “following”

Worse still are the

Thoughtless lemmings

That like and share

Exposing their simplistic

Complicity to follow

Just because they

Do not know

Where their going

Reasonable

Everything happens for a reason.

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Just not necessarily the way one conjures up petty justifications to satiate their fragile ego.

Deluding electrical impulses in the confines of a cranium through squishy gray matter to alter various realities so that one can perceive to make sense of their world.

Meanwhile everything just is as it is.

Sometimes the reasons are there are no reasons.

Rights

How about instead

Of fighting for arbitrary

“Rights”

People as a collective

Instilled and encouraged

Developed and shared

Humane decency

For all

As if it were for us

Because….. It is “Us”

So we can evolve

Into beings of light

Not stagnate as stooges

In a surreptitious system

As unwitting participants

Played as the perpetual

Proletariat pawns of power

…….. Oh yeah…………..

There’s no money in that

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“Everyone in this country is always running around, yammering about their fucking rights. I have a right. You have no right. We have a right. They don’t a have right.

Folks, I hate to spoil your fun but there’s no such thing as rights, OK.

They’re imaginary. We made them up, like the Boogie Man, the Three Little Pigs, Pinocchio, Mother Goose, shit like that.

Rights are an idea. They’re just imaginary. They’re a cute idea. Cute, but that’s all. Cute and fictional.”

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That’s all we’ve ever had in this country is a bill of temporary privileges. And if you read the news even badly, you know that every year, the list gets shorter and shorter and shorter.

You see how silly that is? Yeah. Sooner or later, the people in this country are going to realize the government does not give a fuck about them. The government doesn’t care about you or your children or your rights or your welfare or your safety.

It simply doesn’t give a fuck about you. It’s interested in its own power. That’s the only thing, keeping it and expanding it wherever possible.”

– George Carlin

Paper vs. Hearts

Legislate smlegislate

Keep hearing about

Bills being introduced

Plans proposed

Ideologies implemented

Laws passed

To change behaviors

All on piles of paper

Yet every last tree

Could be harvested

Pressed into paper

Flooded with ink

But until people

Change their hearts

It will have all been

For naught

And won’t be

Worth the paper

It’s printed on