Ghost Story

The longer I stick around
this all too fleeting life
the more the eternal mystery
begins to hound me
as friends and family
begin dropping by the wayside

Where are we all going after we’re gone?

What became of feelings that once burned strong?

Can’t even recall how we got here

What actually happens when we fade out
and eventually disappear?

Time sure is a wasting on our little game

Like a candle running out of flame
on we bit players
soon to be performing without a stage

Destined to be
scraps of memory on a worn page

The moral of our stories
stares up to us from each casket face

Don’t ignore life’s positive possibilities
on that trip to oblivion
faced by all humanity

Regret is such a ponderous load to carry

Outlook Attitude

Whenever there were clouds
the pessimists did abound
with their insipid
all too predictable
gloom and doom pronouncements

These glass is half empty
negative purveyors
of sour disposition
really irritate me

Maybe because deep down
the jaded bitter ass
I struggle to suppress
is as toxic as they

I don’t wanna be that way
though I do loathe
my fake positive facade

Erosion Tripping

drip…drip …drip…

Serenades my current
compromised existence

So constant

Monotonous

Relentless
in it’s dripping content

Never ever
changing the gravity beat

drip..drip..drip..

Medicinal insanity

It’s not the last chapter
I fear anymore

It’s the apathy

The monotony
suffocating my diseased soul

Smothering hope
with relentless efficiency

Recreational
chemical vacation trips
once my sanctuary
now this hospital prison

Time has eroded
those walls too
as reality closes in

Hushed voices

Furrowed expressions

No miracles today

In the end
death will be the only way
I thankfully exit
this drab torture facility

drip..drip..drip…

Pay the Pimp

One steamy Summer’s eve
I ascended reality’s staircase
and went to bed
with only this lonely existence
to share my life with

Down on my knees I prayed
that on this night at least
I could find an angel
to share an evening of passion with

In rolled the mist
I could not see
but oh could I feel

She came to me in a dream
though so real she seemed
that I could touch her
and she me
in carnal positions
I had oft fantasized about

Such was her level of copulation expertise

This sensuous apparition
brought me
to the peak of passion repeatedly

I died and went to heaven

Not literally

Cause when
the morning after bill came
my soul was consigned
to descend to the nether region
for all eternity

Was my forever destination
worth this ejaculation price?

HELL YES !!!!!

What good
did my immaculate soul
ever do for me?

Treadmill History

Take solace my distraught friends
that in the end
there will be no successor

Once Supreme Leader
of this political bowel movement
gets flushed back into the sewer
his rock solid Hate Coalition
of fake Christians
emasculated misogynists
grifter opportunists
and White Power fascists
will fragment
and commence a glorious
internal civil war
as they vow for the crown
to be the new King of the Dipshits

These power starved factions
poorly constructed
with bullshit bricks
of hate and mistrust
will collapse
and scurry like rats
back to the shadows

The millions who were duped
will meekly make excuses
and concoct the lamest of alibis
in a desperate attempt
to rationalize away their madness
while the lead sycophants
will be brought to task
for a dose of long overdue justice

Historians will be left
to sort through the rubble
and try and make sense
of these senseless times

We the survivors
of this dark chapter
will construct new guard rails
and pledge to the world
that this madness
will never happen again

But of course it will
because we just can’t help ourselves
when it comes to chasing
and embracing
the latest shiny objects

Lay Away Locale

When you feel that itch
with the naughty bitch
you’ve been flirting with
in the dimly lit environment
come on down
to Motel Underground
where discretion
for your quick illicit tryst
is just a hand job away

Hourly rates do apply

The sheets are clean and dry

A wide variety
of top of the line
stimulating flicks
are there for you
and your eager mate’s
sensual visual ignition desires

Major credit cards accepted
though management
strongly recommends
hard to trace cash payments
for these types
of potentially litigious
divorce court evidence engagements

Pay For Play

Give me your authoritarians yearning to be free
(for a hefty fee)

Come all ye drug lords seeking immunity
(for a tribute fee)

Get your Trump Gold Card
and Pass Go immediately
(for a Bigger Better Shakedown fee)

Welcome to the United States of Bribery
where we cater exclusively
to those elites with the means
with no embarrassing questions asked
about your former illegalities
here in the New Improved
Land of the Free
if the price is right

The Dismal Science

The longer I stick around
this all too fleeting life
the more the eternal mystery
begins to hound me
as friends and family
begin dropping by the wayside

Where are we all going after we’re gone?

What became of feelings that once burned strong?

Can’t even recall how we got here

What actually happens when we fade out
and eventually disappear?

Time sure is a wasting on our little game

Like a candle running out of flame
on we bit players
soon to be performing without a stage

Destined to be
scraps of memory on a worn page

The moral of our stories
stares up to us from each casket face

Don’t ignore life’s positive possibilities
on that trip to oblivion
faced by all humanity

Regret is such a ponderous load to carry

Chafed Armor

The fair damsel
of virtuous intent
invited me
the object of her affection
to the National Joustfest

As a leading aficionado
of old school
antiquated masculine chivalry
I was now obligated
to risk my fair ass
fighting to the death
an equally dented
iron clad man
I had zero quarrel with
over yet another lame tradition
with minimal benefit
to the bloodied winner
since the chaste maiden
is fully committed to chastity

I wonder if the bitch makes exceptions?

Dino Droppings

Just another glitch
in the machinery
Tech Central decrees
is too expensive to be fixed

For now
we gotta do the workaround
to bypass the defect
in our ancient process
that will not be upgraded
til the last of us dinosaurs
is gone
along with our phone modem memories

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