Archive | May 2015

Sticks and Stones Rap

I’ve never cared
about the nasty things
people say behind my back

or my front
for that matter

My self esteem
is self sustaining

and need not be fed
by the numerous dick heads
who pollute my existence
with their petty bullshit

By the way

the only assessments I value

are rendered by those

I love and respect

which so happens to be

a universe

of very few

sticks and stones


Wash and Rinse

you just need
to go out in the rain

Dance in the passing shower
of non judgmental absolution

Naked to the world
for all to see

Fully exposed
to the cleansing elements
from above
that wash away
the toxic pollution
that oozes from our pores

Stripped of all pretense
we stand in our own
puddle of humility

Totally vulnerable
is when
we rediscover trust

Only then
can we allow ourselves to be
baptized by Nature

and born again
in the pool of humanity


Viewer Suppression Advised

Disturbing images
dance across
my cynical eyes daily

All these flat screen tragedies

Persistent global calamities intrude

A steady stream of troubled guests
in my living room

After decades of pain saturation
the cruelties on parade
no longer register with me

I’ve developed disaster immunity
from the horrors
that befall humanity

I reside inside
my steel reinforced bubble
quite unapologetically

These indifferent walls
serve as protection
from our flammable world
I can no longer abide

It’s as if none of this is even real

It is television after all

tv news tragedy

No It All Creatures

See the smug face
of arrogant man

Your current dominant species
prancing about the planet
with all his shiny tech toys

We think we have it all figured out
with our science
and best selling philosophies

When in reality
the sum accumulation
of knowledge
lodged in our little brains
is just a speck
of microchip dust
in the universal data base

Our crew

is nothing more

than chattering monkeys

jumping up and down with glee

when our shit

we throw at the wall

actually sticks

know it all clarkson

War Crime$

Throughout our bloody history

soldiers have died
in many uniforms
and guises

Not for a flag

or any particular
political ideology

They did not perish
for you or me

their countries

or even their families

They gave their lives
cause they were
ordered to do so

under penalty
of treason

by old men of means
who pulled all the strings
from corporate castles
well behind the lines

Spoon fed
all the clever slogans

selling fear
and patriotic zeal

and demonize the enemy

who in turn does the same

to herd up all the sheep
for battle conflict slaughter

Bloody fodder for the history books

Battle lines bolster the bottom lines

Wars end with grand parades

Speeches made to honor the dead

as the back room boys count their profits

and plot to invest

in the next needless war


The Top Shelfers

Apostles of greed

always take more than they need

consuming without apology

with all the arrogance
of modern day royalty

Praying at the alter of Darwin
with smug superiority
and pompous feelings
of entitlement

Power inherited down

through the gilded generations

They know the top
is where they’ll forever stay

Cause at the end of the day

they own the game

rich people

Story Board

There are no
hard absolutes anymore

Certainty has been shaded gray

Truth now just a hybrid blend
of convenient definitions

No one dare deviate

Ambiguity rules the day

The neatly packaged condensed story

Fully diluted and neutered

so as not to offend

the bland majority
of popular mediocrity
who askew
the nuanced subtleties
that muck up
the comforting narrative
which keeps all thought
and trepidation
to a minimum


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