It is just a mask
Now required
Like shoes and shirts
Before entering
An establishment
It is the decent thing
To do for all of the
Homebound earthlings
Perhaps the goofballs
That opt not to wear masks
Do so because they can not
Stand the stench of the
Bad breath generated by
Their own verbal diarrhea
Going on inside their head
Regurgitated by rhetoric
Reiterated by the not so “right”
Cause you know the
Reverse would be true
Had their failed and failing
Cult leader pushed it as a good thing
You know like poisoned Kool-Aid
Not quite back to Jonestown yet
They’d be wearing one too
As would all w/o opposition
But that would prove it is
Not political just the
Best thing to do
It’s not anything about
A curtailed freedom
Otherwise the restriction
On shirts and shoes
Body odor and inebriation
Would disappear
So play along until Corona is gone
The alleged democratic process
Of voting through misinformation
Distractions and hyperbole
As the puppet masters pull strings
On either the emotional right and left
Yanking both into controled reactions
Of a fight scene on an electric stage
With wooden swords plastic shields
Metaphorically representing useless
Arguments and counter arguments
Dressed in clashing blues and reds
Always fighting and yet never dying
Done with imperceptible wrist shakes
Finger pulls,thumb jerks and palm pushes
As the audience members become
So mesmerized they believe
In each character as being real
Therefore identify with one or the other
Completely ignoring that only one
Puppet master is in control
The one getting paid for the performance
Through taxes and consumption
.
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“I think the puppet on the right shares my beliefs.”
“I think the puppet on the left is more to my liking.”
“Hey, wait a minute, there’s one guy holding out both puppets!”
“Shut up! Go back to bed, America. Your government is in control.”
– Bill Hicks
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For f@#&’s sake think before reacting
Have fun watching it is just a show
.
“Take care of yourself and take care of somebody else.”
– George Carlin
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How can you be free
If you have attached youself
To a perception of freedom
That has you locked into
A concept that confines you
True freedom would be and is
Impossible to define for as soon
It has a definition for what it is
It is no longer freedom
Therefore like everything else
Freedom is a product for sale
An invisible intangible product
Sold at great expense over and over
Either of which can be sold as
Brand spankin new or “as is”
Most everyone is willing to buy it
Some even trade their lives for it
Because they are sold it will bring
Honor to them enough so that they
Will be dead unable to experience it
Is that freedom?
Freedom’s other strange attachment
That having money “buys” freedom
Immediately it is chained to the
Enslavement required to labor
To try and attain it.
Is that freedom?
Also that it can be obtained by a gun
By threatening or eliminating a foe
Defending stuff that can be replaced
Is that freedom?
Who would have thunk
That these variety of words
In that particular order above
Woulg have built up a
Head full of steam to
Carry out a ridiculous rant
Here goes
You are not free
You are attached to…… your name
Clinging to your family’s heritage
Tied to learned religious beliefs
Held to the ever present notion that
You have to produce and consume
In order to be socially acceptable
You are trapped inside a body
That metabolizes nutrition at its rate
Not the rate you might will it to as it
Decides it needs to as it wants to
Burn calories and discharge waste
You are connected to your
Appearance as to who you think you
Know and to who you think you are
Reflections in a mirror
Notwithstanding what you see
Your ability to communicate typically
Is restricted to one language
If English, the parameters are
Limited to just twenty six letters
Regardless the language there
Are only ten numerical digits
Globally used to calculate time
Of when you need to be where
Dictating your whereabouts
While you have the egotistical
Audacity to celebrate freedom
Should you actually free yourself
From all of those ties that bind
Your name heritage and beliefs
It is still very unlikely that you can
Escape from the prison of your ego
.
Speaking of ego……
.
I’m going to quote myself……twice
.
“Freedom”
“Freedom is the measurable distance, between you and your watch, wallet, phone & keys.”
– me
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“Just an observation, maybe I need different glasses.”
– Angelo Devlin
It is not about the horror
Or the level of the tragedy
It is about the effectiveness
Of the hyperbolic distraction
Used to manipulate the masses
Lulling them into helplessness
While pushing them almost
Into a corner but not quite
Always leaving room for flight
Just in the wrong direction
Only to change corners as a
Catastrophedy brews fresh
Like a morning pot of coffee
The unfortunate kid killing
Falls under a random act of violence
Brought on by a proliferation of
Easily available and obtainable
Weapons of mass destruction
That nobody wants to look at
Because it is in the constitution
Instead of easily pointing that out
The orange Kool-Aid drinkers
Pondered out loud why the death
Of a toddler did not elicit protests or
Get wall to wall eye to ear coverage
Like the George Floyd protests did
Till it immediately dawned on them
That the perpetrator was caught
Convicted then quickly incarcerated
The difference is that those called
The boys in blue, emphasis on boys
Have what is known as ……………..
Qualified Immunity
I’ll repeat that…. Qualified immunity
Giving those with state power the
Right to do wrong and guess what?
Get away with it. See the difference.
Nobody wants to think about that
It is easier to create a meme in
Posting emotional gobbledygook
That elicits rage and sympathy
Than pause long enough to come to
Reasonable life affirming solutions
That is what would serve humanity
.
“That’s the way the ruling class operates in any society. They try to divide the rest of the people. They keep the lower and the middle classes fighting with each other so that they, the rich, can run off with all the fucking money!
Fairly simple thing. Happens to work. You know? Anything different–that’s what they’re gonna talk about–race, religion, ethnic and national background, jobs, income, education, social status, sexuality, anything they can do to keep us fighting with each other, so that they can keep going to the bank!”
– George Carlin
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“They don’t want the voice of reason spoken, folks, ‘cause otherwise we’d be free.
Fuck them! They are liars and murderers. All governments are liars and murderers,”
– Bill Hicks
Was barely made
As alleged Christians
Were writing and memeing
New ways to hate
Seriously doubt that
Is what Jesus would do
But that is not their leader
It is….well…..you know who
Tearing Kamala apart
With the ever growing
Target of misogyny
And white hot hate
Myself only having
A peripheral awareness
Of that Jesus fellow
Despite what many merikkkans
Would like to believe that
Based solely on the geography of
Where he was historically born
Which is Bethlehem in Palestine is
Chock-full of brown people. Hmmm.
Guess what color Jesus would be
He wasn’t born in Bethlehem Norway
Or from Bethlehem Pennsylvania
Some need to learn who they believe in
Instead of convincing them selves
Jesus was a blue eyed
Light skinned saviour
From Europe who spoke English
Wrote the 2nd amendment
Though that language didn’t
Appear until long after he left
Whoops got sidetracked :
In all fairness
I barely know the guy
Perhaps there is an
Adaptable Jesus
Or a different one
From the one described
In a best selling book
That I understand
To be one of a few
Masters of wisdom
Sent to inspire earthlings
To live in harmony based
On various teachings.
If one praises Jesus
Or tout belonging to
A group identifying
As Christians
For his behavior of
Forgiveness and
Loving all humanity
Teaching righteous ways
Healing the sick
Feeding the hungry
Helping the poor
Guiding and sharing
Instead……….behaved
Nothing like that at all
Even remotely close
Wouldn’t that be
Blasphemous?
Profane?
Secular?
Desecrate?
Likewise………
Did he ever use a gun
Or even carry a weapon
I am guessing not as he
Had provable faith there
Is no such thing as death
If this shit keeps up
Perhaps that Christ energy
Will have to reappear
To remind the followers
What they are actually
Supposed to be doing
Which I seriously doubt
Would be focusing on Kamala
As an extended version of
George Orwell’s two minutes hate
Splattered all over fb and
Whispered near water coolers
How much more
Evidence
Do we need
To realize
45
Is in this
Soullessly
For himself
By a threadbare thread
Between a futile existence
And a distorted reality
Encumbered by infinite
Answerless questions
Overwrought opinions
Baneful baseless beliefs
Duplicitous distractions
Over an abysmal abyss
.
Geez, look what can
Happen to a person who
Spends a few moments
On fb or watching the news
Wonder what would occur
If one just went outside
.
Hmmmm
.
Feel the sun shining
The breeze blowing
The leaves rustling
The birds singing
With the most destructive
Activity a little cloudbusting
After interpreting images of
Frogs, fries and fast cars
Dogs, dancers and desserts
Guitars, grapes and goldfish
Feel much better already
.
Balanced instead of hanging
To finding the truth
It’s the heart questions
You’ve got to ask
Along with a little
Soul sleuthing
To discover
It is on the inside
As it always
Has been
Between the beats
In the silence
And the still
Comes change
I am vastly aware
That nothing I do
Or say or write
Will alter anyone’s
Heart or mind
Perception or opinion
Belief or disbelief
My only hope is that
I might learn grow and
Evolve into a better person
A more human being
Being human
Instead of the
Wretched wreck that
Vomits volumes of
Vile views of
What is perceived
Against that
Which does not
Exist in the first place
It is bad enough when
People paint themselves
Into a corner
It is worse when
They have painted
Themselves
Inside a sphere
In the former
You become aware
That you have your
Back up against
Two walls
At least you know
Where you stand
Whether to wait
Or ruin the paint
Inside the isolated
Concentric sphere
You don’t know
Where you’re at
Or where you can go
So you keep painting
Till you only see
One color to
The point you’ve
Painted yourself
Completely blending
In to your surroundings
.
Categorized into groups
You can guess what
Color is being painted
In each scenario
Blue into the corner
With no patience yet
Afraid to ruin the paint
Red in the sphere as
That is the only color
They see anyway
With an orange speck
Floating around with
A disembodied voice
Whispering
You missed a spot
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Me. I hate to paint
