a dangerous question asked
produces an explosive answer,
no charades—just shrapnel—
alphabet animus shards
screech-spray into electric ears.
what do I think?
does it matter what I say
when the world carries on?—
anyway,
we all know what I think,
right?
everything stinks,
reeks of wreckage.
progress boiled down—
regresso soup—
have you been in the loop?
dysfunctional erections on the rise—
really...no surprise—
while moral compasses droop
over tree branches
in dreamy dali
the free world is
free-falling
into its own refuse—
sludgy slime,
not holistic, but drastic—
cause for a chaser,
the main ingredient
for this acrostic:
Gestapo on the Rocks
Immigrants made this country.
Caustic Caucasians codify
Evil within engorged edicts.
Capitalism thrives on cheap labor.
Uniformity supersedes unity.
Bureaucrats promise it all—
Everything under the sun—
Security blankets the snakes beneath.
Poet’s Note:
This poem was sparked by Dixie Dodd’s open-hearted call for writers to speak honestly about the violence, inequity, and fear shaping our communities. Her prompt asked what we think. My answer arrived sharper than expected. Some questions don’t invite polite replies… they detonate them. Thank you, Dixie, for creating a space where truth—even when jagged—still has room to be spoken.
© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, December 8, 2025.
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They could try beastiality porn, to get their pecker up!
If nothing else is working?
LOL! Indeed. After all, isn’t that how one ends up with an orange complexion and a dodgy blonde hairdo? Bestiality, that is? 🤷♂️ 🤣
Chilling those ice cubes a world gotten out of control like a cancerous cell. Multiplying taking over destroying all around it until it kills itself. Malignant might be a good word. Well written my friend
Yikes, I hope my response registered in your soul, because I clearly for got to hit send! My apologies for the unnecessary delay. As for the poem, You captured the heart of it…the cold spread, the malignant drift, the systems growing wild until they collapse on themselves. That’s exactly the terrain this poem came from. Grateful for your eye and your honesty, Soren. 🔥🧨🖤✊
Most welcome
That sludgy slime reminded me of spinach. Oh no! Do we hear a glug?! lol.
Oh…we most definitely did! 🤣
Oh no, I had a sandwich - two in fact. Ingredients included spinach! heehee.
Uh-oh! Glug, glug, gurggle!
There's so much gurgle there it get's an extra G, P says.
He's glugging like mad! lol
Whoa, this was a challenge for me, my friend. The poem addresses issues such as the societal consequences of capitalism, the plight of immigrants, the hypocrisy of political systems, and the overwhelming sense of despair in contemporary life. It evokes a visceral reaction against the status quo, suggesting that while the world continues to function, it does so in a state of moral and ethical decline.
Friendship, I appreciate you sitting with the weight of this…you name the core of it plainly. The decline, the hypocrisy, the pressure on the vulnerable…that’s the fire that pushed the poem out. Thank you for meeting it head on. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Nice 3 sum
My friend, you cracked me up with that one…glad the form gave you something to play with. Appreciate the read. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Capitalism exploits the poor, socialism pretends it's a level playing field, but it's not.
Is the world on the edge, I would say yes.
Governments have been found out, and now we see the stark consequences.
My friend, you name the tension well…systems cracking, people waking up, and no clear path out. Thanks for the honest read. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Don't let that ice numb your lips too much...keep talking, we'll all keep talking, and not stop until it's fixed.
My friend…the way you frame it, the talking as resistance…yes. That is it. Thank you. 🔥🧨🖤✊
It's our weapon!
Absolutely! 💯
Indeed! And at times it’s an imposition and intrusive pressure when one isn’t particularly stuffed about saying anything. 😜🤩🙏🏻🕊️
Oh…for sure it can be! Thanks, my friend. 🔥🧨🖤✊
Don't seem to have access to Dixie Dodd Tristan, since she only seems to frequent those internet spaces I never do. This a shame as she's provoked you into a beautiful rant which I find my own image of society and the world perfectly in congruence with.
My friend, I knew you would feel the pulse of this one…the rant, the fracture, the shared vision of a world eating its own edges. You and I see it very clearly.Yeah, Dixie's a cool person for sure. I met her on Medium, where she runs a few publications. Glad it resonated with you, Dave. 🔥🧨🖤✊
Surely did.
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