I’m just curious
If we were to have a conflict,
How would you resolve it?
Would you cry about it,
Boohoo?
Would you run from it
And stew?
Would you yell and lash out like a
Banshee?
Or would you fix it
And proceed?
I choose to address it,
And mend it,
And do all I can
To never forget it.
I don’t cast aspersions or blame
But I want harmony to remain.
I was stopped at a red light watching traffic go by, and I spotted two bikers careening down the highway. Their engines were roaring like a lion being forced to maintain a vegan diet. Clamoring for attention the bikers revved their Harley’s, obnoxiously, for all of humanity to see, two morons, in full admiration of their own stupidity.
These weren’t just your average morons, however, as I think I was the only one aware of their perverse peculiarity. No something wasn’t right about these guys. There was something quite strange to perceive.
I saw two grinning skeletons upright on two skeletal steeds. I might be wrong, and i might be right, but what I saw disturbed my night.
Are they afraid of this man
Who is afraid of sound plans?
Are they afraid of this man
Puerile as he stands?
Are they afraid of this man
Who has fans in the klan?
Are they afraid of this man;
I do not understand.
I grow weary and teary
As I see the heroes of my youth
Fall in line to kiss the ring
Of a man who makes me leary.
America’s not a country
It’s a corporation
Dis organization
thrives on
Eternal damn nation
Thanks for clarifying what was once unclear. Now, more than ever in recent history, unions and collective bargaining are crucial to maintaining the frayed fabric of society. The industrial monster of this country is notorious for grinding bones and crushing souls of the every day worker. United, we’re strong, but sadly, the rhetoric and animosity of many on this post who want to leave the union, will inevitably lead us to our demise.
Start organizing. Start showing up to meetings. Start bringing your co-workers to the meetings. Start voting on actions you want to enact.
I’m frustrated, too. Although venting online may help, it doesn’t fix the problem. Be the change you want to see. It won’t happen today. It won’t happen tomorrow. Over time, change will come. It all starts now. Start now.
Some of you people playing these stupid games need a hug. It’s pathetic. This desperation for power, attention, clout is unnecessary and only results in two people agitating each other. What’s the point of this nonsense besides a commiseration of misery? Do the work, go home. It’s easy. But of course the band of button-pushing, booger-eating brothers continue to egg each other on with this petty lunacy. Cowards.
The customer refused it. UBBM. End of story. We’re getting paid pennies to deliver horsespit that some people clearly don’t want. But you, Lord Almighty of the Wedgie Wars, are trying to prove a point? For what? What do you win? Get a hobby. Or a cat.
(V) I ain’t no saint
It’s just a bruise
Got trouble with trustin’
And nothing to lose.
(V) Sometimes I’m afraid
People need a break
We’ve been through something
I don’t want to be fake.
(I) I don’t mean
to take
it all out
on you.
(V) Cracked a few ribs
And I can’t give a fuck
But know that deep down
With you, can’t mess it up.
(V) Small vic trees ahead,
Rack em up
Until there’s
more than a few.
(C) Seriously though,
I can’t do this
Without you
Without you,
I can’t breathe
Without you,
Colors fade
And turn to black
Without you
Without you.
V
This is what
I have to do…
Is this what
I have to do?
that’s my trick, too.
Fingers gonna crack
every winter,
ain’t no fixin it,
just gotta deal with it.
I hydrate,
Vaseline
with gloves
at night,
but without fail,
got these
daily reminders
on my fingertips
that’ll fade
as the days age.
Sometimes
I Fail.
I try and try
Yet To no avail.
Like a gull
Chasing a ship,
Flyin gainst
The wind,
just to
Sit on a sail
But
Sometimes
I fail.
Sometimes
Most times
I Fail.
Like a fool
Comin in late
To the final
Of life
Pencils unsharpened
Dead calculator
But genuine
With every intent
Hell-bent
To succeed
But sometimes
I fail
Such a good word
I have a hungry soul. I will feed you.
(MAJOR PAUSE)
However,
I see my life as a handful of sand
Gravity mixed with time
In the palm of my hand
slowly slipping away
I ponder on the purpose of it all.
Existential crisis
Not quite yet
But well on my way
No one ever tells you yo about the tedium of monotony that is comfort.
I realize the personal recognition of my social anxiety originated from going to these house and Telly parties as a yooot in da hood, and being surround by all these sex people congregating andgyrating in a hot ass basement of tiny kitchen that managed an island in a studio apartment, and knowing the underlying fact of my happiness is dancing to music, grinding with a bombastic chick with house music bumping, and watching anime in shared solitude all night with only one other like-minded soul.
I tell people I’m an onion, and they never believe me.
I don’t like to be followed.
I avoid being under the influence.
Augmented reality looks like expensive enhanced hallucinations to me.
2024
We’re in the future, and it’s looking pretty weird to me.
There’s this strange disconnect with reality occurring that makes me somewhat dizzy.
I don’t do it for the gram.
I barely Facebook as it is.
I spend more time killing, blocking, prohibiting advertisements on FB, that I think I’ll call it quits.
You win, Lord Zuckerberg. The endless scroll of doom did me in. You stole all my friends and replaced each one with ten companies who want my money.
If you want to reach me, feel free to email me…but who will see this?
The algorithm encourages extroverts to post post post. I don’t post enough to be visible.
Quandary…
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.
