Sunny Side Up
“The basic tool for the manipulation of reality is the manipulation of words. If you can control the meaning of words, you can control the people who must use them.”
Philip K. Dick
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Religious conjecture
Is not a compelling argument
Towards proof
Of beliefs
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Touting ones faith
As a reason to believe
Just because you do
Is like suggesting that
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An invisible lucky charm
In your pocket is
What makes the
Sun come out everyday
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The only reason that words
Have a perceived meaning
Is that somehow in the
Aeons of evolution
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Grunts became groans
Groans manifested syllables
Syllables turned consonants
Consonants needed vowels
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“For millions of years
Mankind lived just like the animals
Then something happenend
Which unleashed the power
Of our imagination
We learned to talk”
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– Stephen Hawking
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Cave walls were canvases
Canvases displayed art
Art spreads communication
Communication requires thought
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Thought necessitates transference
Transference utilizes sight
Sight moves at the speed of light
Light makes no sound
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Sound wanted to be special
Special hath meaning
Meaning is open to interpretation
Interpretation grants definition
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Definition defines words
Words build sentences
Sentences grow paragraphs
Paragraphs establish chapters
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Chapters divide stories
Stories tell tales
Tales entertain or instruct
Instruct leads to control
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Control manipulates reader
Reader reads book
Book written by many
Many collaborate message
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“Here’s how it happened: About five thousand years ago, a bunch of religious and political hustlers got together to figure out how they could control people and keep them in line.
They knew people were basically stupid and would believe anything they were told, so these guys announced that God—
God personally—had given one of them a list of Ten Commandments that he wanted everyone to follow.
They claimed the whole thing took place on a mountaintop, when no one else was around.”
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– George Carlin
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Now that we see through that
The new mystical deity is still
The “Rule of Law” waaaay beyond the 10
As our “saviour” yet, like God is invisible
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We only keep hearing about it
From the new preachers
That we allegedly elect
Telling us how good it will work
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If we go with their interpretation
Hoping for quick implementation
Bringing supposed salvation
Hiding typical regurgitation
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Seems only a repetition
Of a permanent distraction
Merely a continuation
Of sped up procrastination
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Apparently the rule of law
Does not apply to the
Makers and breakers of law
Seems quite an obvious flaw
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Yet like Lucy, Charlie and the football
We trust each time it will not move
With a woomph and on our back we fall
Are you not just puke sick of it all
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Not like me to end on a sour note
Looking up, can hardly believe I wrote
You would think I’m at the end of my rope
Always a little room for some hope
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The splattered egg is on our face
Look in the mirror to see what’s up
No more negativity from me, am
Trying to see things, sunny side up
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