Pelted with pistachio shells April 3rd, 2021

rew4er2nail

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 Offline)
  • Published: April 4th, 2021 13:35
  • Category: Humor
  • Views: 40
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  • L. B. Mek

    '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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