Born : Contrarian
Died : Energetically Exhausted
The basic tenets of our
Existence is hypocritical
We are not our bodies
Nor our skin, bones or senses
Gender, height or width
Not even our mind or heart
Or the substance-less-ness
Of indoctrinated beliefs and
Completely made up ones
Accepted to suit our fancy
Habitually formulated as
Cell blocks in a maximum
Security prison self guarded
With nary a chance to escape
Adhering to the warden’s rules
In hopes of an early release
Though the rules keep changing
Still, solitary confinement is
Completely out of the question
Which ironically may be where
The key is…. to unlock the cage
Or perhaps we are just a
“Ghost In The Machine” or
“Spirits In The Material World”
“There is no political solution
To our troubled evolution
Have no faith in constitution
There is no bloody revolution
We are spirits in the material world
Our so called leaders speak
With words they try to jail you
They subjugate the meek
But it’s the rhetoric of failure
We are spirits in the material world
Where does the answer lie?
Living from day to day
If it’s something we can’t buy
There must be another way
We are spirits in the material world
Are spirits in the material world…”
– The Police
In other words
Forgot to post this
At the time
Certainly since
Things are moving
At the speed of blur
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“President Putin has unveiled Russia’s new stockpile of “invincible” nuclear weapons, with a video graphic appearing to show missiles raining on Florida.
But why would the Kremlin want to target the Sunshine State in the event of an atomic war?”
– BBC
March 1st 2018
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Well, if you are trying to keep your blackmailed puppet in line with a clear yet, nearly invisible “shot across the bow”.
Florida, might get 45’s attention.
You think? What else would be more effective, save breaking some twitter thumbs to get the point across?
To remind him, whose bidding he is supposed to be doing. Besides he needs those thumbs to distract the distracted.
“No one is easier to manipulate than a man who exaggerates his own influence.”
– Masha Gessen
“The Man Without A Face”
“The Unlikely Rise of Vladimir Putin
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Who knows, maybe Khashoggi is the Saudi’s way of showing the big D, that any American walking in to the consulate can “disappear” “Dexter” style and complies by assisting in a vague and plausible cover up? No?
At this point, anything is possible, right?
Is all that we ask
Of the Donald
In the middle of
Shitting on the
American people
Unbeknownst to
Some being shat on
That the stench is
So overwhelming
They are not able to
Even think straight
Woozy from thick
Odors clouding
Rational thought
That 45’s version
Of leadership is
Glossy permanent
Perfectly pixeled
Narcissistic reflection
That makes him feel
Better about himself
Above all others
And of country
Clearly on the take
(Allegedly) ; )
Beholden to
Creditors
Blackmailers
Dictators and
Despots
While his minions
So enamored by
Their perception of
His golden feces
Thus wearing
Rose scented
Gas masks
Will gladly slide
Down the waste pipe
To the sewage
Treatment pond
With the rest
Of the turds
That accept
Mocking assault victims
Separating families
Hurting farmers
Though trade wars
Encouraging if not
Inciting racism
Scapegoating OTW’s
Other Than Whites (pinks)
Making implausible
Impossible promises
Such as neighbor paying
For a wall that can be
Gotten over or around
Crapping on our allies
Manipulate then disguise
Tax breaks with a reverse
Robin Hood switcharoo
But like lemmings over a
Cliff to their ignorant demise
When they hear those two
Words together tax & break
Lose any scrutinizing thought
In their head and accept
Whatever blindly and badly
As the deficit worsens
Putting their children’s
Future in the toilet albeit
A golden toilet while
# 45 pushes the lever
The winner is…….
The dog…..
By a ……nose
In the final seconds
By a nasal kerfuffle
The glitch
In the Matrix
Is not really
A glitch at all
Merely a
Programming
Trigger
To prompt you
To stir and think
Ah, there is a
Different reality
Other than the one
I’m experiencing
I had a gasoline can
Granted it was plastic
However it did what
It was supposed to do
Store gas and when
It was full and needed
You could pour gas from it
Easily to the empty tank
Even open an air inlet
So it would flow quicker
Alas, can no longer find
Therfore purchased a new one
One that you would think
Would do the same thing
Store fuel waiting to be poured
But nooooo that’s not the case
This one requires, you hop on
One leg, while wiggling your ear
Picking your nose and saying
The alphabet…….backwards
Just to engage the “safety”
Mechanism holding a nozzle
Firmly spring loaded
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Is this really where our
Devolution is taking us
With the warning label
Quarter the size of the can
To point out in large font
That gas and fire don’t “mix”
Well no shit. I just wanted to
Run the lawnmower without
Hauling it to a gas station first
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What’s next, register the can
After an 8 hour safety class
With specific instructions on
How, where and when to pour
Will that be followed by having
To hire a special subcontractor
With permits and licenses to
Pour your gas for you, surrounded
By a fire suppression squad
With blankets hoses and ladders
Logos, Teams, Slogans,
Regardless of who you may be
By ink branding the cloth
You are wearing
Or cap you are sporting
If nobody knows “you”
You have reduced yourself
To a meme
Granted
Someone else
Who likes
Your mobile billboard
Will undoubtedly
Strike up a conversation
Usually ’bout
A game, a season, a play
A team player, a coach, etc,
Ad nauseum
Blah, blah blah blah blah
But, eventually
As you both move on
Neither knows anything
Of who you are
Save the surrounding
Aspects of that one
Tiny miniscule little detail
And think about it
That is not who you are
Just a frame
Holding a facade
Like a city you’ve visited
Or where you live
A concert attended
A beer drank
A “Brand” you like
Not only not
Getting paid to promote
Yet it actually
“Costs” you money
Hmmm? Or
Using the
1st ammendment
To “macho”-ly promote
The second
With a weak cliché
Something ’bout
Cold dead fingers
Giving things up
Not even
Being carried
WTF
Or a
Patriotic / nationalistic
Slogan
“Proving” devotion
To an ideology
Adorning a shirt
Dripping with the
Red of blood
The white of racism
And the blue of sadness
Made cheaper in
Another country
That
Dare I say
Needs no
Irony
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Wonder if the above
Would fit on a t-shirt
That might
Instigate a
Real conversation?
Years ago, visited the White House
It did not seem very big then
Returned recently and
It seems much smaller now
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Where this was “supposed” to stop
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Like a set on a movie studio lot
A large prop of make believe
Oops..
OK it stopped, part two is
Representative Democracy
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Part 3 is
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Sort Of Random Tangent
Part 2 of Diminutive
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So much for representative democracy
If you have never been there*, it is now
“Guarded” by the not so “Secret Service”
Toting what appears to be A K 4 D 7’s
Right before you go through a double
Airport type screening of your person
At least you get to keep your shoes on
The Capitol wasn’t nearly as bad, however
The just us, oh I meant the “Justice” dept.
Had a dozen or more secret service
Cloistering the steps on just one side
Toting their penis of choice proving
Who’s in control of “peaceful assembly”
And who’s not, oh yeah “The People”
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The halls of power
Are being “protected”
By the “smalls” of power
“Less bullets, more brains.
The strong don’t need guns.
Guns are the tools of the weak.
This is true
If you disagree with me,
it’s okay, you’re wrong.”
– Henry Rollins
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* The White House
Following is part 3
Sort Of Random Tangent
