Sometimes,
I read the news,
sparingly,
more and more these days,
and I wonder,
if somewhere,
in the infinite
existence and expanse
of global languages,
if there is
a word
that describes
the emotion of irony
between laughter
and tears,
like when you go to KFC
after a long day
of muckery,
and KFC
is completely
and udderly
out of chicken.
Shout out Gorillaz
So tired so tired so tired
Staying up all day and all night
Smiling so hard like their jaw has been wired
As soon as they post, their popularity expires.
Desperate for likes
From strangers abroad
Gotta fake it so well
So they don’t know they’re a fraud.
It’s exhausting to witness.
They see their ratings rise
as the soul sinks into the abyss,
to feed the blind babies of flies.
Sell your soul,
your persona,
your body,
and your booty hole;
When will it end?
Will it ever end?
Like the endless scrolling of doom
And restless tedium of Zoom
Trapped for hours inside of a room
Devoid of breath and zeal
But Kaboom!
A glimmer of light
As the exit sign shines bright
We can continue to live
As time falls rapidly
Like flour through a sieve…
I feel so sorry for the influencer.
To perpetually live
in the now and the present
and have all of your life’s energy
Properly and completely spent.
I long for the days
When I was plagued by stale scones
But now I’m stuck with
Cracked screens and
Swarms of replicator drones.
oy vey
I choose broken teeth
Over this madness underneath
Any day of the week.
It’s wild to see
the smiling faces
Of beautiful strangers
living in digital misery,
I see their masks
And they all look so sad to me
But who am I
Hiding behind this poetry?
Manufactured
And exaggerated
Companies of reality.
Countless
Limitless
Even almost infinite
As the hunt for the money within the
Bottomless pockets of Advertisers
They grow
None the wiser to the fact that
They will only despise the average him and her.
What’s real?
What’s not?
It’s all so absurdly fraught
with denial
ethics on trial
a reminder
that one’s life
is so delicate
and fragile.
I don’t envy them.
I can’t even fathom
what depths cause
one to embark
on their path
of cult figure
that leaves the psyche
Beyond bewildered.
Shattered
Shards of glass
Strewn on the floor
Cuz you sellin dat ass.
What’s it like,
to spend all your days
Awake and afraid,
By the product you made
bullied by a ring of light
living life
like a slave
Surviving
Imbibing
Subscribing
A little bit of you
Always dying
Amazed by the design
of a malignant hula hoop
Of disillumination…
Or is it disillusionment…
of glory holy daze?
The influencer
You have my sympathies
a thousand times over.
My hats off to you
as we all watch you bend over.
I don’t know, bud. I can see right through her BS. She’s the devil. Lucifer. Beelzebub. She has minions of tyrannical teenyboppers behind her. Her legions of little lethal ladies. They will murder for her. And just shake it off as if it were nothing. I fear for Kansas City because, like Gojira emerging from the waters, she will level KC to the ground with her catchy tunes and songs of syncopation. She’s about ready to scarf down the NFL. Go Birds by the way. Scary stuff. I almost hesitate to post this because I currently enjoy breathing and plan on maintaining that for as long as possible. #TeamTayTay…are hashtags still a thing…don’t care, I love ‘em. #SpeakingFacts #StillAPoundSign
What is this place?
I question reality
What is real
What is not
What is true
What is fraught
With misdeeds
And deceit,
I just don’t know anymore
Maybe I never did
I can decipher bullshit fairly well, better than most, is that why I prefer to be alone? Everybody is so full of shit these days, with a preoccupation of their own selfish thoughts and desires, and a failure to act upon the common good.
It’s just all so fake.
At times,
It overwhelms my mind.
I’ve been through hellfire
and came out unscathed.
Deep in the waters
of torment I bathe.
There’s nothing you can do
to make me engage.
I wield truth and light
just like an old mage
To guide me and drive me
To overcome pain
Nothing will stop me
As I do what I must
To ensure victory
In the pursuit of what’s just.
I’ve been on this route for two years, and I’m watching these kids grow. Lil homey comes up to me, and he’s about 8 years old. This is how the story goes:
Me: Hey Lil Man. Are you excited to go back to school?
Him: Yeah, kinda.
Me: You know, what I love about going back to school is seeing all my friends that I didn’t have a chance to visit over the summer.
Him: Yeah, but I have social media. I know what they’re up to.
Me (amazed): Wow. I gotta tell ya. When I was your age…(cue in impending sense of boredom, but I followed through anyway)
When I was your age, we didn’t have social media.
Him: … (crickets and a blank stare)
Me (laughing hysterically internally): Wow. I’m old. Might as well finish. We didn’t have social media. We only had rocks. If we were lucky, a calculator to spell out dirty jokes. But mostly, just rocks.
Him: OK, thanks, mailman. Gotta go!
There’s a special place in Heaven for us federal employees. Every day, without fail, something happens that boggles the mind. Just received a message from you know who telling certain carriers to report to a place for late parcels…20 minutes ago. Right now it’s 2:12pm, and they want these carriers to report there at 1:50. 😳 I tell myself, ‘maybe I got the message late,’ but I know the truth all too well. I need to turn that part of the brain off…
