Watermelons, grapefruits, oranges...
lobbed at yours truly ruled out,
hence the missus dreamt up bright idea
to enfilade me courtesy pistachio shells.
Rather than just hurl one at a time,
(she who unwittingly helped inspire
contents of reasonable rhyme)
decided to throw handfuls
leguminous encasement
constituting cellulose and lignin,
creating woody appearance and texture.
Spouse trends toward being poor aim
nevertheless still manages to wreak havoc
upon mine body electric,
I once upon a time
doubting thomas peacemonger became
anarchist overnight whereat foo fighters claim
beastie boy wedded to culture club
divorce no longer sought
against devilish, girlish,
Jordache versus Levi Strauss
mulish, queerish fictitious dame
prone toward profanities to exclaim
waxes with wicked disposition
her charisma and persona sparkles
analogous to blinding flame
burning with passion
to play Gerald's game.
Said artificial intelligence I activate
courtesy mine overactive imagination,
she occasionally accidentally does berate
divine creator (me), yet more often than not
we feign shunning law and order
as faux vigilantes to celebrate
life, liberty and pursuit of happiness
allowing, enabling, and providing
opportunities to deviate
against nonestablishmentarian
dogma and ethos, I'm gonna estimate
as generally popular
counter culture paradigm
helping to beget, birth and facilitate
iconic nineteen ninety sixties
liberal transition to toleration
within parochial schema
did unwittingly generate
loosening quintessential
conventional racial and sexual precepts,
where obsolete doctrines staid to hibernate
sustaining repressive stereotypical mores
housing totalitarian, racist, bigoted
White Supremacist poisonous bile
doth fester and incubate.
Machinations of maniacs loose ill will
figuratively unhinged Homo sapiens
destroy webbed fabric of civilization
domestic hate crimes on the rise
homegrown terrorism beget
vile killing rampages which proliferate
courtesy easy access to guns
triggering pandemic of violence
fueling undeclared warfare
putting innocent lives
within crosshairs
no time for victims to bid adieu
only option remaining for surviving
to mourn slain friends and family.
Grave situation rocks world
as ten commandments get unfurled,
whereby complacent grim reaper
with his signature scythe
within gnarled bony hands
he gamely twirled
since time immemorial,
and will be victor among many spoils
as tumultuous upheaval roils
courtesy reprobate who
brings death and destruction in their wake
giddy with delight at one or more
human lives he/she did take
causing, fomenting, instigating...
grievous sorrow to quake
perhaps killing someone with my namesake.
- Author: rew4er2nail ( Offline)
- Published: April 4th, 2021 13:35
- Category: Humor
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Comments1
'Machinations of maniacs loose ill will
figuratively unhinged Homo sapiens
destroy webbed fabric of civilization
domestic hate crimes on the rise
homegrown terrorism beget
vile killing rampages which proliferate
courtesy easy access to guns'..
Amen!
(and no! Guns are not 'our' problem - solely
more so: our devaluation of a life's worth
by attributing its value
to the ease at which we can vanquish
at a mere fingers - squeeze...
which bares the question
are we all then nature coded
to murder and conquer
or do we all: pathetically, choose
to pull triggers and welcome the ease
of death's certainty as silencing solutions
to those pesky hurdles in our lives...
why bother to self-educate and articulate
our perspective's, arguments and beliefs
using ammunition of factual veracity
when we can warp mind's with propaganda
weaponize our general public
with falsehoods and misdirection tricks
then sit back and judge: as they carry out
acts of fear inflamed violence...
then write articles about hate
so we maximise our profits
from enabled dastardly deeds
while lighting candles and holdings hands
asking: 'how can this be?
for the umpteenth time in any given season
year on year, season after season...
yes, lets hide behind Orwell's 1984 - fiction
and blame it all on those governments
and armies, that together: worldwide
make up, but 10% of earths population
indeed, we are but helpless victims
of nature, of bequeathed consequence, of fate
of casted votes, of taxes paid, of funded media - !!OUTRAGE!!
with hands tied by our own strings
of ineptitude and wilful ignorance...!')
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