Giving and Taking

Gimme…Gimme..Gimme..

The young brats we use to be
learned the lesson eventually
of limitation reality..

The power of the word NO..

The need for denial necessity..

Chains to restrain the tyranny of I …

Self interest suppressed for the greater good..

Life is learning the art of compromise..

Share..share… that’s fair…

We can’t always get everything we want..

Jamming Frustration

This ancient jar of jam..

A recently discovered gem
buried in the clutter of my fridge..

Between me and the contents
is a determined lid
that keeps freshness in
and contaminating air out..

This cover vacuumed sealed
and reinforced by time
can not be freed
by the brute force of me..

So the locked treasure goes
back into the Frigidaire abyss..

Residing out of sight
in the shadows
safe from the door activated light
as to not torment my soul
with the shame of my past weakness..

Perhaps someday
a stronger future generation
will release this beast
for now safely tucked away
in chilled obscurity

Head Tripping

Your desperation
is your own..

As is mine..

Meticulously crafted
and cultivated
from our core insecurities..

Anxieties uniquely conceived
to custom fit our psychotic needs..

Bring all your personalities
in for cranial adjustments
and we’ll get you properly medicated
for what’s left of this trip

Extinction Event

That grinding reality you hear
is the device struggling to shift gears..

Confirming our worst fears
that the end of the mechanism is near..

And by association the termination of us..

Since we have been transformed
into a cog component
of the machine we created

If only self maintenance
had been taken more seriously
back when we were humming along smoothly…

If only there had been a fall back Plan B
for this day of break down catastrophe..

If only someone had been actually trained
to fix this machine we have become too dependent on

For you see, my soon to be defunct friends
complacency will always get you in the end
if you don’t respect the laws of inevitability
that has accelerated many an extinction event

I guess Deniers of Bad Outcomes should be our epitaph

Squeaky Wheel Replacement

It’s always the frickin zealots

wreaking havoc unrestrained

on this once civilized domain..

These screaming extremists

will always be louder than

their true numbers represent..

Be they religious fanatics

subverting God’s message

for their hatred agenda

or political radicals

with their us versus them

scorched Earth combat politics..

Let’s drive these fringe elements

back to the outer shadows…

Reinstate sensible moderates

and let the healing process commence

Apple Sauce

One bad apple spoiling the bunch
is a false core equivalency
where the injured party extrapolates
sins of the solitary rogue
toward the greater whole…

This stretch of guilt by association reality
to buck shot spread accountability
serves only to dilute individual responsibility..

Stereotyping may be the flavor of the day
but it’s always the lazy way
of conducting thoughtful debate

Neptune Rising

When Neptune got horny
he thought nothing
of seducing a fair mermaid
by promising to make them human…

Proof positive
that even Gods will say
anything to get laid..

After Neptune
banged the gullible she fish
he turned her into a flounder..

Not the girl princess
like he had promised..

So as it turned out..
he screwed
the now pissed victim
twice in one day

Bloody Conveyer Belt

Post all your charred baby pics..

Buttress your case proof positive

about the barbarism of man..

Hop aboard the terror train
with your eye for an eye refrain..

That same old revenge dirge
staining our bloody history..

Once the scorched Earth crusade is complete
all the angels in Heaven will weep..

Of course the victims
of retribution will strike back
as the cycle of violence
rolls on..

I really have no use for my self destructive species

Social Contraction

Deep down
in the bowels of my soul
lives a sinner unrepentant..

Not bound by social controls
or repressive moral constraints
the snarling beast yearns to return
to jungle days of yore..

The anarchy and chaos
of a world without rules
made by hypocritical fools
who suppress natural urges…

Order is the poison drip to freedom…

Is it any wonder our miserable species
is so obsessed with psychoanalysis?

Searching for the source of our discontent
staring back at us in the mirror..

Once our quest for self enlightenment
crashes and burns into inevitable disillusionment
we turn ourselves over
to the wonders of mood medications..

Numbing the jungle we never really left
with our best pharmaceutical lies…

The tragic futility of science misapplied

Game of Shells

The myth we bought into
for a marked down price
off the clearance rack
was littered with defects..

The main process disconnect
was the truth we constantly seek
is nothing more than a clever special effect..

Things do NOT happen for a reason..

There is no benign guiding hand…

There is no master plan…

The concept of Fate
is just a numbing illusion
to help the chaos go down…

Tis another comforting rationalization
we carry in our coping arsenal
to battle the forces of self bedlam