The Stranger

 Random dude, never seen him in my life, came up to me and said, "Man, you need a day off."

I responded, "Don't we all?"

He looked at me, took his shades off, obviously for dramatic effect, peered right into my eyes and said, "Nah man, YOU need a day off.  Fuck it."

Kid you not, I almost dropped this route then and there.  But then I thought about it and couldn't justify that the stranger who smelt a little like yesterday's coffee, last night's beer, and today's piss was making a whole lot of sense.  

Who was this stranger, and as I write, I wonder, is the stranger really me from another reality?

Winning?

 All of the assholes are winning.

Selling their soul and whining

But nevertheless they’re winning

It makes me wonder 

If I’ve been the asshole all along

This doesn’t feel like reality

Am I teaching my children lies?

Am I deceiving them about how to succeed?

Is it a fallacy to teach them integrity?

I don’t understand.

All of the food is ultra-processed and killing us

With pumped up hormones and the disguise of convenience

Organic food is marked up in price and they keep us on our cages of sugars, chemicals, and fats.

Like they’re the wicked witch in the forest and they’re trying to bake us in pies

What are we doing?

What are WE doing?

I truly don’t know if there will ever be an answer to the madness that is every day.

New and Improved Autonomy!

 The robots are coming. We’re all gonna die. LazarBeams will blast

from their beady red eyes.

This is the end. 

Mark my words. 

The end of humanity 

and all of the birds. 

Corporations will win. 

Humans will lose. 

AI is here to stay. 

They will no longer pay.

“We are here. 

So run for your lives.

We’ll burn the men

And take all the wives.”

Yeah

 The endurance of a mailman is legendary, pain and discomfort are customary, but when a goal is firmly implanted in the mind, only positive results are what you’ll find.  We’ve got something good going, and I plan on seeing it through.

Conflict resolution

 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.

Uno, dos, tres…

 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.

Et tu, Rockay?

 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.