In a sea, crystalline,
Crazy wild aqua
Marine.
Puffs of clouds wisp
Truth-tellers crisp.
Penis envy rises—
Seven times hypocricy—
The scent of cons
Fucking piracy.
Yo ho ho
Mother fuckers!
Enjoy the power trip.
It’s a hell of a
Come
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Online) - Published: June 16th, 2025 07:09
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Oh Tristan so many ways to take this. But since it seems so blatant let me follow the first thing comes to mind. With phakic form this poem already stiffens then falls as it is pointed downward. To have penis envy you must not have one or maybe one that doesn't work. Interesting that it rises, if you don't have one how can it rise? (The scent of cons) is that short for condoms? (Fucking piracy) is that butt pirates? (Yo ho ho Mother fuckers) Now that just has to be Freudian psychology and the Oedipal complex. At least is is backed up with the next line speaking of power trip where one kills the father to take over the kingship with the mother. It did bring Oedipus to hell as he put out his eyes and died in exile. Was that another word play on the word come or cum? Well you can see how crazy I am maybe I should go on to a different interpretation
Thank you, my friend. Sorry for the delayed response! I was waiting to see what other interpretations emerged before jumping in. 🤣 I loved your take on this and I knew you’d catch the wordplay—so to answer you: yes, that come/cum double entendre was entirely intentional. I like to weave those in when the feeling behind the poem warrants it (and this one…definitely did).
As for “cons / fucking piracy”—that’s also a double-play. On one hand, it breaks down to “cons + piracy” = conspiracy. On the other… well, “cons fucking piracy” is its own kind of absurdist satire. Both meanings are in there, rubbing against each other (pun not intended? 🤣), which just felt right to me.
This one’s a bit wild, I admit—an unfiltered commentary on what we call “science” these days. It’s not that science itself is false, but that we’ve drifted into territory David Hume warned us about: mistaking correlation or convenience for truth, especially when that “truth” serves political or institutional ends. I had the suits in mind—the ones with “Dr.” before their names and agendas behind their charts.
Anyway, I’m truly grateful you engaged so deeply, as always. Much appreciated my friend. 🧬🧠🧊🔥
My pleasure
This is clearly a write that could be deeply anhalised, but for I will keep it simple. There are many dickheads in today's world, two or three of them vying for kingship, and I hope they have that trip to hell very quickly, intriguing and enjoyable read
Simple, short, and sweet… AND TRUE. You caught the gist, my friend. And yep—the Drs. behind the scenes, backing every agenda with “data” to give it a halo of legitimacy… and they call it science. That title just keeps swimming through my head every time! 🤣 Thank you for your time, analysis, and support—every bit of it is appreciated. 🧬🧠🧊🔥
You are very welcome
Excellent write Tristan
Thank you, Tony!
You're welcome
I wouldn't get any cryptic meanings in this. Should I ask Popeye or Obi? In this case, they may know hidden meanings! heehee.
No, not you, Kenobi! You would never get cryptic messages. Spinach dulls the...oh wait, that is Popeye...never mind! 🤣
Here is the ability to see through the façade, to challenge the structures that feel unjust, is powerful. The world sometimes rewards the loudest voices, the most cunning, but real strength lies in clarity, in not getting swept away by manufactured perfection or hollow authority. To keep our fire, keep our perspective, and know that even in a stormy sea to be navigating something real. 🙏🏻🕊️
Thank you, truly. You didn’t just read this—you recognized it. That line about “manufactured perfection or hollow authority” is exactly what was coursing under the words. This wasn’t a rage piece—it was clarity spoken from within the storm. You saw that. 🙏🏻 Your comment means a lot, my friend. I can tell the poem landed—even with the absurdity baked in. I’m extremely grateful. 🧬🧠🧊🔥
Yay! That’s so awesome man 🕊🙏🏻
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