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45 Is Begging To Hear

July 2, 2018

You’re Fired

 

Yet

 

Having all the charm of

Herman Munster and

Ferris Bueller mixed with

The thievery of Al Capone

And racism of Adolf Hitler

 

Plus above the law wishful

Richard Nixon like thinking

And having visions of WWII

Unconstitutional Internment

Camps all along the borders

 

The observation through the

Microscope is interesting

The view through the telescope

Looking at the future is

Murky and dismal at best

 

Save for the whole system

Collapsing and imploding

In on itself like a dead star

Turning in to the black hole

Where light and life can’t escape

 

Oops that took a dark turn

What I meant to say is that

Like the goofball at work

Who obviously doesn’t want

To be there, starts breaking stuff

 

Taunting both the boss (voters)

And coworkers (congress & DOJ)

With amazing BS stories and lies

First day on job was the giveaway

See am better than everyone. Tada

 

Could it not be any clearer for him

Not wanting to be there at all, but

Because his fragile ego will not

Let him quit, bigger and bigger

Stuff is going to get broken BAD

 

Laws, international relationships

Innate codes of human decency

A constitution shredded beyond

Recognition which may be good

Since it was intended for WLHSO

(White (pink) Land Holding Slave Owners)

 

So let’s all just sit back and relax

Throw some extra artery clogging

Butter on our vat of salty popcorn

Fill up the bottomless sugary soda

Settle in and watch the last show

 

Of the petulant apprentice president

Dictating democracy’s dank demise

By Putin’s petty perturbed puppet

Tumultuously tweeting terror to

Biggoted babies & protectionist pinks

 

“We watched the tragedy unfold
We did as we were told
We bought and sold

It was the greatest show on earth
But then….. It was over

We oohed and aahed
We drove our racing cars
We ate our last few jars of caviar
And somewhere out there in the stars

A keen-eyed look-out
Spied a flickering light

Our last hurrah
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 To Death”

– Roger Waters

 

These lyrics alone only fractionally convey the impact of the message as performed by Roger with all the pained beauty, grabbing you from the depths of your soul, imploring you to turn off the TV

 

For whatever reason, and whence ever it occurred to me, to reference the allegedly most powerful man/office in the world down to a 2 digit number amuses me.

Kind of like picking a random card out of a magician’s deck. If you pick a two of clubs or a king of diamonds, the hierarchy has no value to the trick being played out before your eyes.

Merely an image to behold while the slight of hand goes unnoticed. And it is going unnoticed.

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From → dark, Lyrics, Paradox, random

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