Days of Brown

The shit storm came and went
exactly as forecast
but we remained behind
left with the daunting task
of disaster recovery

Doomsayers wrung their hands
as they always do
but we who turn the wheel
were left with consequence
that we stepped up to fix
because someone had to

Of course twas all a patch job
cause we had neither the training
nor required skill set
to truly exact lasting effects
on the systematic defects
institutionalized and codified
in the bureaucratic language
which rewards and protects
the process of chronic neglect

Sometimes
the doom and gloomers are right

Off Leash

Oh great…

The beast we enable constantly
fearing his hardcore tenacity
is doing beastly things again

If we keep appeasing the bully
maybe he’ll go away eventually
or at least
if we smother him with accolades
the monster will be semi placated

He’s not such a bad guy actually

We’re gonna stay with this rationalization

Just gotta stay on his good side
and outlast his reign of anarchy

Once the beast is gone
and flushed into the cesspool of history

Let us collectively agree
to never do this nightmare again

Truth Blender

We are NOT currently
operating in a stable environment

Footing has become precarious

Data confidence is minimal

Hard to maintain a solid base
of functional operations
when the foundation is so bouncy
and facts lie scattered
all over the place

In this off kilter opinion swirl
balance control is imperative
to stay truth grounded

Piculations

Click on the pic that seems absurd

So what if truth has been blurred?

As long as it supports our narrow narrative

For all is fair in hate and parody

Chew on the biting satire

Soak up the bloody insinuations
though I take zero responsibility
for any offenses taken

Caveat emptor bitches

Just spare me your righteous
holier than thou indignation
directed in this clown’s direction

I am the just spreader of fresh perceptions

The Johnny Appleseed of Comedy

Forever the bullet proof messenger

I am the reposter joker

And you are
my reeking of hypocrisy foil
who likely will repost
this hilarious outrage too

Anonymously as cowards always do

Ride the Light

In the end
all that it took
was a solitary
persistent sunbeam
that somehow
found it’s way
through hatred’s
steel curtain defense

Just a crack in the barrier
was all that was needed

A truth blast of liberating light
shattered the heartless darkness
that once seemed impenetrable

Now we
of the cowering oppressed
freedom loving majority
can finally see
the big bad beast
we have been endlessly fighting
with zero success
all along was nothing but a smokescreen
for a feckless grifter wizard
who exploited the fears and ignorance
of his flying monkey cult
to terrorize the now mobilized populace

Now just another vanquished
disgraced authoritarian
who bailed on his brainless minions
to save his cowardly ass

Today we can finally commence
the long and arduous task
of repairing the damage
and making
the Yellow Brick Road Great Again

Wish Upon a Tarnished Star

How long shall we stay
now that the spell has waned
on the Magic Kingdom
where spectacular enchantment
was once upon a time
celebrated as a cottage industry?

Somewhere along the way
the quaint innocence
of It’s A Small World After All
mutated into an overpriced shopping mall

We can blame
the greedy wizards
for us today rolling so cynically
though maybe Mickey
the fault is not in our stars
but in ourselves

The Bewitched Man

My angel bride
awoke with a craving

Not for me of course

We don’t do spontaneous sex

The fair enchantress
of my dreams
desired a cappuccino
at four in the morning

In this relationship
her every wish
no matter how insignificant
is my fervent command

Don’t believe the marriage myth
that the give and take split
is always 50/50

So I leapt to my feet
and ventured out
into the cold darkness
to find an all night Starbucks
to satisfy her caffeine fix

Whenever I feel
the pangs of resentment
for being taken advantage of
I count my nuptial
better or worse blessings

True her love spell over me
can be a Hellish slavery
but damn my demanding wife
sure looks fine in black

Rosebud Us

Father Time
scattering the seeds
of future history
over the barren landscape
of fertile humanity

Relics will grow
to be studied
and analyzed
by those
who feel the need
to dredge up yesterday

We fledgling seedlings
all contribute
to the grand tapestry
of human history
in our minuscule way

Centuries from now
long after we are gone
when unborn
curiosity seekers
climb our family trees
our existence
will be a mystery
to be debated
and speculated on

So take heed
my contemporary friends

We ultimately
be the gardeners
of our destiny
and in the end
when all is said and done
the harvest we reap
will define the entirety
of how our generation’s
label gets mass applied
and pigeonholed
by lazy ass historians

Dead Meat on a Stick

Don’t tell me Jesus was not pissed
when that son of a bitch Judas
betrayed his bff with a kiss

And don’t give me that pious
he died for our sins bullshit

I’m not buying
that stained glass narrative

In the end
our predator pack
did what we always do

Read our bloody history
and weep
as time and time again
we execute the prophets of peace
for preaching love and equality
to the cheers of the gullible mob
manipulated by the scared overseer beasts
threatened by any philosophy
which threatens their control

They will decree the messenger
gets slaughtered eventually
by any means necessary

Cause you see
violence is so ingrained in our DNA
we butcher those who dare seek
evolutionary acceleration
of this knuckle scraping species

Waste Land

My Country tis of thee

Toxic land of anarchy

WHAT A WASTE

Correction:

WHAT A FUCKIN WASTE

The FUCKIN is for EMPHASIS

Cause I am pissed
about this current shit

And so should you be

For if we persist
on this stupid trip
down the partisan abyss
there won’t be much left
for you FUCKIN zealot twits
to be pissed about anymore

WHAT A FUCKIN WASTE
of a country once great