Stage Blight

Come not to me
for rhyme or reason
or even
a lame rationalization
to explain this
poorly crafted script of a life..

If this shit does not turn around quickly
cancellation of my oft panned production
may be imminent
and I’ll find my splintered ass
on permanent happiness unemployment

The Joy of Nothingness

In my life
these waning days
there is nothing I love more
than doing NOTHING..

Absolute vegetative leisure..

Freedom at it’s purest..

I’ll leave the dream chasing
and attached disappointments
to you goal oriented
get it done yesterday
heavily medicated
movers and shakers..

No need to bitch to me
about your impossible schedule
while you small talk inquire
what I am up to since I retired..

For I am doing the same now
as I did yesterday
and hope to do tomorrow

All I plan on accomplishing
is eating, sleeping, and breathing..

This is and will be
the sum totality
of my daily regimen..

So spare me your judgements
and allow me to be me in peace..

I’ll save you a spot here in Tranquility

Mayo On White Bread

Two wealthy Deep State oligarchs
walk into a social media bar..

The Crynamic Duo gonna pour the whine
about how the world they wanna run
ain’t doing so fine..

The Grievance Squad poised to pontificate
on these scary times for the white race
with the brown skinned gang bangers
poised to move into our neighborhoods,
rape our women,
parasite our resources,
expropriate our culture,
and basically take over
what was once a beautiful pristine place..

Time to rally all outraged pale faced patriots
in a grand torchlit display
to make America Caucasian again..

Piss On the Gougers

The storm long forewarned
in forecasts oft ignored
rolled in with a vengeance..

It’s severity was without precedent
and the damage inflicted
was one continuous 
horrific accident..

Of course those who thought
they could benefit
by exploiting our predicament
took full advantage..

Proving yet again

that greed fueled avarice

is a vice beneath contempt

A Matter of Taste

In the course
of human persuasions
first head toward
the butter up department
to slather on the compliments..

Invoke this timeless recipe..

Sweetness enhances popularity..

Without stirring in the sugar
the lemonade
surely would be sour…

Even when the dosage
is an artificial
additional ingredient…

Taste can be manipulated easily..

Cause we are more addicted
to the enhanced
physical buzz sensation
than ever turned off
by the reality
of obviously contrived
unnatural embellishments

Disaster Dancers

The Prima Grievance Ballerina
mesmerizing society
on the social media stage
dances shamelessly
over any human tragedy
that can be made to fit
her us versus them narrative..

Gracefully she pivots
when contrary facts
become an obstruction
as she does a pirouette spin
over the latest contrived mass outrage..

For there’s no crisis
that can’t be enhanced
by a well choreographed
negative propaganda dance

Better Out Than In

So here I am..

A man bereft of a plan..

Desperately seeking

that most human feeling

of belonging..

I stumbled upon

the coveted after party

tucked away 

in the exclusive part of town..

All the cool kids were inside

doing all the special things

that the Beautiful People do..

Maybe they could be me

and I at long last

could find social acceptance..

The bored Minotaur

guarding the door

with great intimidation

barred my admittance 

to the hedonistic festivities

cause I was deemed unworthy

due to my lack of participation

in the original boring soiree

where paid dues were collected..

I inquired to the now agitated beast

if an appeal to this decision 

could be expedited

and grant me an exception

for my prior coolness ignorance..

The freaky behemoth let out a sigh

then shared his version of wisdom

on pathetic despondent me..

“Seek not the company

of those shallow creatures

who not only roll phony

but are more miserable than we”

my new friend whispered softly,

“For deep down they know

the camaraderie they share

with their fellow dancing bears

is as fake as they”.

I thanked my fellow outcast

for such profound thoughts

and never again

sought to be part of the scene

that’s all flash and zero substance

Too Much Truth

Strolling through the fields of envy
I take myself and my gray reality
toward a better perception
in the fast approaching horizon..

Hopped over the fence..

Landed on my feet
on the other side
where the grass
was allegedly greener..

Stepped on the snake
in residence there..

It bit me so deep in my naivety
all my best cliches bled out
leaving behind an ugly scar
of painful disillusionment..

The truth is never as good as we dream..

Embrace the Gray

My mood today
is a somber grade
of unrelenting shade..

But that’s OK..

A little depression
now and then
is good for the soul..

Every day can’t be sunshine
and glossy rainbows..

In fact these very human
cyclical pit stops along the way
increase our happiness appreciation
when the great pendulum
lifts our saggy asses
in an upward direction again

Damn Unicorn

All your self righteous indignation
about the dark storm rolling in
threatening to rain on our parade
not only clouds your judgement
but hinders our now much needed
Plan B preparations
to weather what could very well be
a tragic future reality
if we stubbornly refuse
to accept the proposition
that life is not always fair..

In fact it rarely is..

Shit does tend to happen..

So you unicorn riding
head in the cotton candy clouds
starry eyed idealists
who refuse to pitch in
with our disaster preventions
are every bit as dangerous
to our ultimate success
as any obstructionist is