A Day in the Life

I use to be pretty,
I use to be fine.
Now I wallow in pity,
and drink from the slime.

I tried to be worthy,
I tried to be fair.
But failures engulf me,
and seeing is queer.

I know of nothing,
I want more than this...

A world full of hunger,
A striving for Truth.

We need...

Clinging release from time honored myths.
Stinging rebuke from pasts gone by.
Loving embrace to meet our everyday sighs.

What is life but love,
What is love but life.



Tears of a Clown

It is one thing to notice that the emperor wears no clothes, it is quite another to publicly remark on this condition. The expected reaction is a beatdown by the emperor's cronies, lackeys and thugs or a polite nod and a shake of the head by those whose observation is aligned with the speaker but whose lives are better off pretending it is isn't. Then there are those who profess genuine outrage over this disclosure and they are a class unto themselves.
It truly blows my mind that we have not progressed beyond Plato's cave and allowed reason to overcome ignorance. Why do we rationalize the relative? Is it to preserve our sanity? Our morality? It makes no sense to me. Our cultural brain synapses are going to snap and the result will be terminal.


Under Pressure

Du do du dah
la li la la
now what the fuck
I am going to say this once. Tea baggers are nothing but shilled repubs. Kind of like Mafia 2 if you want to see the movie.
You want pablum? you want excitement? you want to be something? god damn we are so fucked.
I hope you are in the mood for irony and exploitation. I have no brain for anything else; I am gone. Question???????????????????????????????????
geez, riddle me this Batman.