In the kangaroo court
Of mass public opinion
Evidence holds no sway
It is emotions at play
Depending on which
Directions one is
Trained to look
Amongst us
There is a crook
A boy cry wolf deceiver
In the position of a leader
Many continue to believe
Hook line and sinker
Even as there is printed proof
Given by the self serving goof
45’s followers remain aloof
Denying for what reason
Supporting acts of treason
45 is like a hole in the wall
Made by a door
Opened too hard and too fast
If you don’t fix the hole
Immediately
Soon you won’t have to
Because
You’ll get used to it
And that is how it is
Supposed to look
There’s a nationwide corporate pharmacy that has the tag line that it is at the corner of Healthy and Happy. Seeing as how their business model is to locate most of its “drug” stores at intersections. And yes, they are “Drug” stores regardless the safe use of the double speak euphemism of “Pharmacy”
Any way, after making deliveries to businesses around airports, noticed the nearly obnoxious use of air and sky in the surrounding street names.
Airport Blvd leading into the airport. Fine, clear and concise, lets you know you are in the right area, or getting closer. That nearly gets lost in the surrounding street names such as Airway, Skyway, Wingsway, Jetway, Taxiway, Aviation, etc.
Wouldn’t it be more memorable and just as encompassing to use other words that associate with air travel to name the streets?
The FAA could be at the corner of Collision and Near Miss
Departing gates at the corner Delayed and Cancelled
FEMA could be at the corner of Catastrophe and Disaster.
Capitals at the corner of Greed and Power.
Schools at the corner of Rule and Obey.
Legislative offices at the corner of Tax and Spend
Suicide prevention centers at the corner of Hope and Despair
Barbers at the corner of clip and cut.
Any other suggestions?
“Here’s another platitude they jam down your throat”
“Children are our future”
“Children are not our future and I can prove it with my usual flawless logic.
Children can’t be our future because by the time the future arrives they won’t be children anymore.”
– George Carlin
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Placed in an untenable situation
To carry one’s parents baggage
Largely due to them doing nothing
To fix the world before you got here
Setting down the destructive pattern
To follow not because they said so
But in how they acted and behaved
Weighed down by society’s gravity
Mired in malignant mythmakers
Beholden to chaos and control
Unwittingly accepting the notion
That children are our future
Abdicating layers of responsibility
To the guide-less and guileless
Hypnotized by harmful hyperbole
Spread like wildfires across continents
Ramshackled by religion
Exponentiating catastrophic birth rates
Excrementing where we eat and sleep
Not recognizing the need to move
Why else is Mars becoming
A more viable option
Where if Martians see
What we have done
To this planet
We will not be welcomed
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“If you believe that God gave you the Earth, that God created Earth for you, why would you not have to look after it? Why the fuck– Why would you not think that when he came back he wouldn’t go, “What the fuck did you do?”
“I gave this to you, motherfucker. Are you crazy?” “The polar bears are brown.” “What did you do to the polar bears?” “Did you shit all over every polar bear?” “What did you–who did this? Who spilled this shit? Who spilled this?” “Come over here.
Did you fucking spill this? What is that?”
“It’s oil. It’s just some oil. I didn’t mean to spill–”
“Well why did you take it out of the fucking ground?”
“Because I wanted to go faster.” “I’m not fast enough.” “And I was cold.”
“What the fuck do you mean, ‘cold’?” “I gave you everything you needed, you piece of shit.”
– Louis CK
Outthink
Outcompassion
Outlove
Outforgive
Outkind
Outhelp
Outsmile
Outplay
Outappreciate
Outdazzle
In other words
Outdo
Yourself
Life is so tricky
It’s done with mirrors and masks
Both must be shattered
“You wear a mask for so long, you forget who you were beneath it.”
Alan Moore, V for Vendetta
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Mirrors and masks
Are the bases for
The questions I ask
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It is hard to see
Who we really are
When the reflection
Of how we see ourselves
Is in the mirror
Of other people’s masks
Filtered through our own
Peeling back the layers
Are like that of an onion
It might make us cry
Tackled without caution
Needing nerves of steel
To really find out
Who we are
Under the masked layers
Under the bravado layer
Under the work layer
Under the family layer
Under the fun layer
Under the scared layer
Under the parent layer
Under the child layer
Under the financial layer
Under the lost layer
Under the sport’s fan layer
Under the political layer
Under the racist layer
Under the emotional layer
One would think that
Under all those heavy
Added by time layers
Mostly of our own making
Give or take the surroundings
There would be a diamond
Under the pressure
Waiting to shine brilliantly
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Like the unmasked face
Typically on a new arrival
Glowing from the trip
Having traversed
Time and space
Eager to go on
This next ride
Fearlessly with joy
As he or she is
Born without religion
Born without language
Born without prejudices
Born without hate
Basically a clean slate
Just wanting to love
Be loved and eat
Poop smile and repeat
No wonder their heads
Are so big
Lots of masks to carry
The earth and the sky
She is so very grounded
I’m out of this world
The planet is nobody’s baby
But everyone’s mother
Gets treated like the former
Instead of the other
Either forward
Or backwards
A billion years
Is a linear perception
We can not possibly
Comprehend
What is now
Was not
What will be
May never
Giving credence
To Einstein’s theory
That everything is
Happening all at once
We are only experiencing
What we have right now
Which is this moment
Now this one and
The next one
And so on
For billions of years
Looking at the world through a windshield. 