PRIDEjudice
[Originally posted on Deviantart on June 25, 2019]
Look at you
flaunting in your parade
waving your flag
that defines you
why are you no more than
the sum of it's parts
beyond the acronym you allot yourself with
the stripe you decorate your life with
and this metaphorical cage you lock yourself in
they put the L in LGBT
Lost of all nuances
Loss all trace of humanity
Lust for the sake of Lust
Languish in your sexuality
Deprived of the attention
Dedicate a month to make light of your label
Designed to such perfection
Everyone's got a hand in the jar on this table
De-pride your acclimation
Don't let this identity treat me like a Judas
Decide to let go of confirmation
and every sleight won't be seen as prejudice
Look at you
insufferably aggressive
about your rights
as if you didn't exist
before we championed you
why are you so regimented
to cloister together like a hive
disparaged of any outside opinions
cement victimhood to the point of absurdity
and let this bubble of ego choke you to death
They put the G in LGBT
Gay for government overreach
Gang up on the dissidents
Gaudy for the sake of gaudiness
Gone after June in a instant
Deprived of the attention
Dedicate a month to your monolith
Designed to such perfection
Everyone wants to be a part of it
De-pride your acclimation
any criticism is not worth the impetus
to Decide to make exaggerations
that any of it is just secretly prejudice
Pride so you'll be accepted
Pride is all you've ever expected
Pry this cocoon of narcissism from the eyes
Pry this balloon before you leave the sky
just look at you
devoid of anything but a tag
devout to it like a crucifix
de-pride it and it's just you
displaying your larceny to all of us
But I'm the prejudiced one, the detractors proclaim,
who define every action they make on their sex alone
that to be critical of such a precious event is like
murdering a litter of kittens knowing they can't be saved
they know I have my best intentions but ignore it anyway
Look at you
gallivanting in the new circus
watch everyone come witness
to the streak of depravity laid before you
why you sell your sexuality
thereby sell your soul to the masses
who spend it for social media spates
to earn some metaphysical brownie points
is beyond me
They put the B in LGBT
Bought out in every corporate pocket
Bastardize any concept of individuality
Bombastic for the sake of noise
Bury the evidence and live in ignorance
Deprived of the attention
Desperate to make it all about them
Designed to such perfection
Everyone doesn't see it as a problem
De-pride all this affirmation
Don't get caught up in a act of social justice
Desperate for affirmative action
so any obstacle is seen as a matter of prejudice
Pride for the pride lord
Pride that taints this world
Pried this empty shell of defensiveness
Tried to see if there was more to your emptiness
but just look at you
devoid of anything but a fucking acronym
devout to it like you breathe on it
pry all of it away and you're none
deprived of any characteristic but one
But I'm still the bigot in the eyes of the caged
who've treated their flag like a oyster to display
in their shells but never truly bring to light
as it'd shine like all the rest of us
truly insignificant
Look at you
fighting at your own abominations
excommunicate straight pride
not realizing you're fighting a mirror
why you're fine with one and not the other
to forever hold a standard outside your aims
to hold a pedestal lopsided blindly unaware
to feign ignorance when it makes things inconvenient
i think we've established why
So Deprived of any attention
Dedicate years to barricade it from question
Designed to such perfection
everyone gleefully partakes without mention
De-pride this vain institution
it would all fall within a heartbeat
Decide instead the solution
is to assume all hate and mistreat
But you play that card to a T, like in LGBT
Tired of the same victim complex
Tyrants clothed in progressive politics
Trading trends to meet the quota
Toppled by any minority voice against them
But yet I'm still the asshole here
because you know I'm right
this idea of pride is a worthless plight
parade your sexuality for the sake of being queer
deprived of attention
de-pride your affection
to such a stupid event
yet in spite of all your gaslighting
I'm not the only one who thinks
this entire month stinks
of the moral panic of infighting
if anything your outrage speaks volumes of it's issues
I tried to see if there was more to this
but this is just a parade for tyrants
acting like social justice
and I'm not a judas
for making that argument
nor is it prejudice
if anything
I hate pride
as a concept.
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OTP
[Originally posted on Deviantart on May 17, 2019]
Replacing rationality
with rhetoric
is not a substitute
for a personality
Single issue voter
one topic evoker
havoc when it doesn't revolve
on every aspect of your resolve
Don't be a NPC to me
giving the same response
so off topic and arbitrary
what would your life be
if you weren't just a OTP
Fixated on your sex
distracted from subtext
cry foul if you can't get it involved
in every minuscule part of your resolve
Build a monolith out of a grain
shaped a world out of one name
let it consume every part of your life
manufacture a buzzword through a assembly line
Watch as you tiptoe on your ballet
in lockstep to the rally
worried if the dance devolves
outside a fraction of your resolve
Don't be a NPC to me
chanting like a crow
so deadset on this faculty
what world you don't know
if you weren't a OTP
Just a one trick pony
playing the same beat
that revolves
around your resolve
Just a one topic person
touting the only opinion
that ever involves
your resolve
Havoc when it doesn't revolve
cry foul if you can't get it involved
worry if this dance devolves
from the safety of your single resolve
Same meal eater
dead horse beater
all aces in your 52 cards
all the nuances you discard
Replacing rationality
with rhetoric
isn't a substitute
for a personality
Taste only rich fruits
will spoil the truth
variety is the spice of life
outside the comfort of the assembly line
Don't be a NPC to me
regurgitating your excrement
recycling another fascsimile
how would you ever find the will to bend
if you keep acting like a OTP?
Just a one trick pony
making the same joke
the definition of insanity
you wish it wasn't broke
Just a one topic person
ever to fallback on a excuse
so as to let it be the news
that clouds your perceptions
Havoc when it doesn't revolve
cry foul if you can't get it involved
worry if the dance devolves
from the frailty of your feckless resolve
and being a OTP won't solve
anything.
You've played your cards long enough,
time to find a new strategy.
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Impersonality
[Originally posted on Deviantart on May 29, 2019]
What i've put on the front stage
is only ephemeral to me
this amorphous being
of wires and code
titans rise and fall
in perpetuity
Do you like my personality?
cold and calculated
forever stoic and static
in the mold of the internet
i find it comforting amidst
the fires of outrage
trying to melt this cage
with this concept of human emotion
Oh, it's so cute
how you scream at me in blocks of text
like a cat chasing a laser dot
or a dog barking at the mailman
afraid of what you don't understand
don't worry, I'm there with you
yelling at the screen we're enslaved to
let's do it together
so we don't feel alone in this
disillusioned world
What matters to you or me
is fleeting through the web pages
it collects digital dust, scattered
only to be picked for
nostalgia or opportunity
the irrelevant will be relative
Do you like this disconnection?
how nihilistic it all is
when the math's done
and when we stop pretending
that this stone we care into will bleed
the act is foreboding
many a failure but not enough
to send weaklings over the plateau
Oh, it's so cute
how drama works here
like a on and off switch wired to a metronome
as sporadic as the time of day
avidly seeking confirmation and clicks
all in the name of your celebrity
don't worry, we're all whores too
pimp out our personal info to any
who'd pay us for virtual minutia
in a demented world
What we have to lose here
is as tenuous as the air
we aren't breathing
inhaling the perception of ego
through the HDMI cord
we make it as bright as our sun
Do you like this situation we're in?
betting on black when the earth's red
with shame and stress of our intentions
playing out reality like a inconvenience
to the sensation fantasy
gives us to the point of fealty
swear divinity to the one who controls
the power of electricity
in this hostile world
Oh, it's so fucking adorable
how we've not evolved beyond neanderthals
screaming and clubbing the cave paintings
changing styles like powerpoint slides
how vacuous our voices are in it all
hoping it funnels into a talking head
or fall into the void where it truly
never will be heard
the tendrils of our PC has made vacancy
while our own physical body has vacated
What I've allowed to show
to myself is just as hopelessly
drifting out of my grasp
even now I feel the words
escape my fingers like sand
through a hourglass
every year past is like a
century through here
and though I suffer
in the longing of what was
I also enjoy the strength
impersonality provides
how cute of you to act like
giving this faceless entity
any feature for you to beat
your pretense of emotion
is a funny anomaly
don't worry, I do it too
as much as I'm aware
it won't stop me hoping
this stone will bleed
chisel to my principles
there isn't none
when you have
impersonality.
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Harkness
[Originally posted on Deviantart on May 13, 2019]
We always asked ourselves
'if we can'
rather than
'if we should'
That's how it goes exploring the unknown
with our pants down
and our hands grasped
on the joystick
head first into any
supposed living hole
And we can justify it all too
with a imaginary test
tell us we're decent
far beyond the depraved
who'd screw any open mouth
and once we're jumping the shark
we never ask
'if we'll live'
but rather
'just how far'
That's how the discussion devolves
one more slippery slope
into another new low
like checkpoints
reminding us what
really gets us off
And we can justify it all too
'they're just fictional'
lower the bar of decency
down to the stained floor
who'd lick that toilet seat
We always asked ourselves
'if we can'
rather than
'if we should'
descend down a uncanny valley
where anything's allowed
you'll never hear no
like anyone ever would
If there's no hand rearing you
from the dangerous
you'll walk in every direction
because no one told you better
It's almost like we never even asked
we just did and kept digging down
this abyss of sexual deviation
as soon as it could speak
we were no wiser to
let it crawl in our bedsheets
And we can justify it all too
'it's a humanoid like we are'
with a forked tongue and serpent eyes
we're deepthroating it
in the vacancy of our minds
And we can justify it further
with some bullshit litmus test
color the doubt in your eyes
to a hue more akin to the
sensation in your thighs
Harkness
is just a measurement of whether
we ask ourselves
'if we can'
rather than
'if we should'.
And you'll justify it.
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Rough Road
[Originally posted on Deviantart on May 7, 2019]
Cornelius Pass
as it was
a 16 mile stretch
carved by these wheels
now to be closed
and renovated
into something else
The sings remind me
'Rough Rough Ahead'
'Please Use Caution'
I always knew it was
from the moment
I know where it was taking me
There is so much anxiety
biting at my mind
concerns of giving up
letting the road go
find a new avenue to venture
But with it comes trepidation
how long before my next paycheck
will it even sate me
I've put too much into this job
that letting it go for such
a minor inconvenience
seems selfish
I've been treading a rough road all my life
I follow white and yellow striped lines
through loneliness and self-sufficiency
feel the bumps of emotion distract me
if only for a moment
the sights of humanity
fly right by me to
swerve slightly off the gravel
I already know that a detour
is just another challenge to me
to see how much more I can tolerate
how I can justify bending over
to the orange cones
directing me to my grave
There is so much calculation
that keeps me worried
it makes me defeated
at tackling the thought
turn my back on everything
but with it comes self-destruction
beat myself for my own weaknesses
force the square in the circle
as I shear more of my skin away
that to come at a loss
in a manner so innocuous
utterly pathetic
the signs remind me
'Rough Road Ahead'
'Please Use Caution'
how I've always disregarded
my own safety
amidst this tragic path I sew
for I knew where it was taking me
I've been treading a rough road all my life
afraid to step out the rigid straight lines
too comforted by the mundane and familiar
let the dangerous contortions hurt me
just because I'm used to it
the dirt of my vehicle highlighted
to make light of how unkempt
I've driven this existence out
I already know a wash is just a heartbeat away
but I'll find a way to postpone it
and let the orange cones
be the enemy to my desires
than a guide to my needs
Cornelius Pass
as it is
the same 16 mile stretch
there's more to see
I'm too scared to find out
there's another rough road
waiting for me
in spite that I've been
riding one my whole life.
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Void
[Originally posted on Deviantart on April 26, 2019]
I'm a vessel
fill me with your wants
so I can pretend to be human again
I'm a pincushion
shove these needles down
so I can feel something for once
I'm a crash dummy
looking for reckless danger
so I can make my skin break
wounds and cuts
hide well in the shadow
thoughts and words
fall silent in the hollow
color and light
dull in the blur of this void
I want to escape
this abyss
but I don't know how
I'm watching a third person view of myself
further distant from this mortal plain
my brain only imagines the sense of pain
of agony, life, happiness,
it further escapes me
Watch as I fall asleep and wake up tired
not knowing how I go through the difficulty
automatic and rigid in the face of it
worries, angst, triumph,
it further escapes me
I'm looking through people and through it
I don't see a thing I'm looking for
what has my eyes so averted from
yet so absent of?
it further escapes me
I'm a earpiece
drown me in your talk
so I can pretend that I'm listening
I'm a sponge
absorb me with all your heart
so I can act like I care
I'm a broken record
stopping on the curious beats
so I can make out some noise
tears and expressions
hide well in the shadow
pleas and demands
fall silent in the hollow
objects and physicality
dull in the blur of this void
I want to escape
this abyss
but I don't know how
it further escapes me
I'm hiding in the recesses of my head
further apathetic from any idea
of what constitutes experience
worry, love, semblance,
it further escapes me
can stoicism prevail all
the shortcomings it brings
disassociated from everybody
forced down into hiding
left to mutter to themselves
I'm looking at this existence I carve
in metaphorical sticks and stones
they too feel nothing from what I apply
to the sand, ever changing
it further escapes me
it further escapes me
I'm a void
made to hide all the feelings
that escape me.
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Disposed
[Originally posted on Deviantart on April 15, 2019]
How could I have been so daft
I thought you could look pass
the wall for the windows
I should have known
you're running straight into them all
like a lab rat in a maze
coordinated in a daze
come out exactly the same
never to deter or change
if you dare defy it the floor will fall
these people are trash
disposed to only rash
responses in automation
programmed against deviation
predisposed to manufactured drawls
How could I have been so blind
I thought you made your own mind
but lo, your words aren't your own
I should have known
you're regurgitating the same lies
like a rail in a queue
stuck out never to skew
assembled in similar vein
all speak in one name
just a shallow pool reflected in the skies
these people are bots
disposed to a slot
funneled with no disposition
channeled into a singular imposition
predisposed to utter shit in this pigsty
i should have known
just another corresponding block
to be put in a predetermined hole
a reptile in human skin
given orders of which never to question
why would I think you'd ever grown
from the ground you rot
disposed to the trash bin
never to be free ever again
predisposed to think a certain way
predisposed to speak their say
you're just meat in the grinder
this conveyer belt serves a reminder
you've been disposed of
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As-Certain
[originally posted on Deviantart on March 31, 2019]
Collect every single argument
catch it like a net
and weave the best parts from it
the unwanted will sift through
There's a certain arrogance
to be so self assured
in the logic you contain
but without an outside glance
to only agree with what's confirmed
there is so much more to ascertain
I'm not as certain as I was before
I've had doubts to jump
so heedlessly into victory
all the faults in the fall ignored
where I never had a hunch
that my beliefs were predictory
Must take every debate
like a petal in a flower
water it until it blooms
the wilting parts will fall too
In a world where everyone wants to be right
never to be wronged by their narrow sight
clever to avoid outside disposition
rooted stubbornness and tunnel vision
there's a certain proclivity
to ascertain every available aspect
Are we as certain as we were before?
just as recklessly overconfident
to bite the bullet
in the hope that nothing's left in store?
there's cracks and impotence
much deeper in our gullet
We must funnel every grain
pitch it like a tent
filter the strongest parts of it
and it's foundation hold true
There's a certain desire
for those to dance on your speech
feel as though you have nothing to gain
but disregarding the smoke for the fire
stretching control beyond your reach
there is so much more to ascertain
In a world where everyone wants to be right
I can't be wrong in saying we loss sight
never to entertain a outside perspective
sever all exploration for a affirmative
there's a certain affinity
to ascertain all that is ancillary
I'm not so certain we can make it out of this bubble
even those who do seem to wind up in trouble
we've been so determined to be correct
were just repeating diatribes like tourette's
it can take great pains to ascertain
every available aspect
some of which make us upset
but if we just keep digging a trench
building a wall and cloister in defense
i'm as certain we'll have nothing to gain
from any outside audience.
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The Catch
and once we've taken the hook, then comes the catch...
and a hook with no bait is someone not taking consequences for granted
YOU'D THOUGHT YOU COULD OPINE
UPON THIS TRAGEDY
WITH YOUR HANDS FUCKING CLEAN?!
LOOK AT ALL THIS DAMNED BRINE
YOU DIVE HEEDLESSLY
TELL ME THAT THIS SHIT'S GREEN?!
LOOK AT YOUR EYEBALLS
ATTRACTED AND APPALLED
NEVER AVERT ON THE RAILS
CONSTANTLY, WITHOUT FAIL-
It's a train crash we can't avert our innate desires
I'm about to set this whole world on fire
this shiny affect I succumb
THAT YOU ALL FUCKING WELCOME
with this glitter bomb
EXPLODE LIKE CONFETTI IN A CONTEST!
loaded with political divisiveness
we try to pull away but we're all but obsessed
FUCK AND SUCK AND PLAY WITH YOUR TEAM!
fill this act of horror with our screams
all across your television screens
RUNNING LAPS OF REPUGNANCE
SUDDEN LAPSE OF JUDGMENT
YOU'D THOUGHT YOU COULD TALK SHIT
AND COME OUT CLEAN FROM IT?!
This semi-automatic loaded with references
that any foolish ideologue will make inferences
WON'T STOP US FROM TALKING HOT SHIT TO THE PRESSES
WON'T SHORT OUT THE FAITH OUT THIS COVENANT!
a clever tactic only to dilute the net
we've been caught in by fill-in-the-blanks intent
____ DID THIS
____ DID THAT
EMPTY BLANKS CAN KISS
MY ASS FOR ALL IT'S HAT
I've concocted a lure loaded
with so many pheromones
that you'll tear each other apart
just to have a taste of it
And so we have
the left blame it on the right
the right blame it on the left
all blight in the name of theft
bereft of how we shame each other all night
AND BOY DO WE LOVE TO FIGHT!
HOW WE FLEX TO SHOW OUR MIGHT!
SCOUR THIS EARTH WITH OUR IDEOLOGY
NO GRAYS IN THIS BINARY DICHOTOMY
PLAYING RIGHT INTO THE SHOOTER'S HANDS
EATING HIS SHIT WHILE MAKING GRANDS
this is exactly what he wanted...
come, have a bite
you useless guppies
all you're ever good for
is chomping down
on the narrative
OH I DON'T WANT TO DIVIDE!
OH I DON'T WANT TO DIVIDE!
SO MUCH PUSHES ME ASIDE
SWAYING AGAINST THE TIDE
I WISH I COULD JUST FUCKING HIDE!!!
(I don't wanna divide
I rather deride
with my words than
speak in genocide
but as we make
the malevolent
relevant
we decided our fate
stamped these stakes)
HERE'S YOUR INVITATION
WITNESS THE FAULT OF OUR MISTAKES
COME RIGHT TO FUCKING LIFE
YOU THOUGHT THERE BE ANY INCLINATION
THAT WE WOULD BURY THE KNIFE
BUT ALL WE'RE EVER GOOD FOR
IS BURYING ALL OUR MISTAKES!
I've mailed right to you
and you won't care
if I tell it to your face
a gun with no bullets
is a block of metal unused
MAKE GOOD USE OF IT
WHEN YOU'RE REALLY THE TOOL
IMPLEMENTED FOR SOMEONE'S RULE
YOU'D THOUGHT YOU GET CLEAN
BY GETTING HIGH OFF YOUR DROOL?!
(it was Pewds
it was Candance
the partisan news
talk in distorted glance
weapons of disposition
loaded with imposition
as we fraternize
the fetish
of offense
we're nothing but a gullet
swallowing this bullet)
FILLET THIS BASS
FLOPPING ABOUT WITH SASS
YOUR GULLET GET EMPTIED
SNATCH YOUR VOICE IN THE PANTRY
and I'm your ammunition
use this 9 millimeter article
to spur more division
have a sip of this bait
(as our mouths tug on this hook)
AS THE HIGHER UPS FEAST ON THIS CATCH!
GOT TO GET YOUR HANDS DIRTY
IF YOU'RE GOING TO BE REWARDED ANYTHING
THIS ISN'T A FREE FUCKING COUNTRY
NO BARE HANDS ARE TRULY CLEAN
I've created the perfect enemy
useless conflict is a known remedy
THROW YOUR REEL TO WHOEVER WILL STEER!
when peace is a corner away from being clearer
a shapeshifting funhouse mirror
COWARDS OF CONTROVERSY TOUTING HUGE SCROTUMS!
project onto whoever fits the quota
sensationalism is a drug to pundits like mota
PUNISH THE ASSUMED GUILTY WITH LASHES!
and peddle it to the masses
and watch them get high off those gasses
A CLOUD OF SMUG RUNS ACRID
AS QUICKLY AS THE HEADLINES FLOCK AMID
ALL THE BACKLASH THEY'LL GET
BANKING ON THOSE RICHES YET-
The lie has gone halfway 'round the world
before the truth has time to put it's pants on
we know which you'll prefer
better to chew easy than to swallow hard
And so we have
suck ups to the higher ups
choke our gums to thin buzz
no gut to step up to this fuzz
croak about whose the fuck who done it
IT WAS ANYONE WHO I DEEM THE ENEMY
PULLING THIS REEL WAS ALL FOR THE FEELINGS
FUCK ANYTHING REAL AND ROB THE LIVES KEELING
CAPITALIZE ON A SHOOTING LIKE A COIN FLIP
SKEW IT SO IT FAVORS THE CHOICE ON YOUR LIPS
BUYING RIGHT INTO THE SHOOTER'S GUISE
YOU'RE KILLING LIKE HIM AND YOU DON'T REALIZE
this is exactly what he wanted...
so come, have a bite
you whimpering guppies
spilling useless chatter
wasting all this space
on your narrative
OH I DON'T WANT TO DIVIDE!
OH I DON'T WANT TO DIVIDE!
EVERYONES LOOKING FOR A SIDE
EVERYONE WANTS TO BE RIGHT!
I JUST WISH I COULD GET OUTSIDE!!!
(I don't want to divide
in my attempts to imbibe
ideas outside
I'm treated as an aside
giving the villain
all the capital to win
we've played right into his hand
kneel to his plight than stand)
EAT HIS SHIT
TAKE HIS STATEMENT
WITH CLEAN HANDS
YOU'RE NOT GETTING AWAY WITH IT
DIRTY AND REPUGNANT
DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!
It's all a facade and
you fucking well know it
you turn a blind eye because
a catch with no hook is a opportunity
to latch poorly wasted
MY LURE IS LOOKING LONELY
WONT YOU FUCKING LATCH ON FOR ME?!
MY BAIT WANTS TO EXPLODE
TAKE ADVANTAGE OF INFORMATION OVERLOAD!
A HOOK WITH NO BAIT IS SOMEONE
NOT TAKING CONSEQUENCES FOR GRANTED!
(they label racist
coward, communist
whatever word on this list
will take the piss
of the conservative
or the liberals some will remiss
until we talk pass these
empty limericks
we've chomped down on the hook
and a bait with no catch is
a lonely rod starved for attention)
YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO
LOOK AT YOUR HANDS OPEN FOR OUTRAGE
TAKE WHAT YOU'RE GIVEN KNEELING DOWN
WAITING TO DISTORT IT FOR ANY GAIN
STAND ABOVE THE DREDGES HEAD DOWN
AND YOU WILL DO SO OVER AGAIN!!!!
I'm the bait you suck on
distort it to fit your worldview
are these truth pills too hard to swallow?
is this lengthy rod too long for us to follow?
LOOK AT THE CATCH I FOUND THAT IS SO HOLLOW
THERE IS NO EXCEPTION TO THE RULE
YOU CAN'T GO RECKLESSLY WITHOUT MISTAKES
THERE'S ALWAYS A CATCH TO REDEMPTION
AND INSTEAD OF BURYING THE KNIFE
YOU PREFER TO BURY THE MISTAKES
DIG UP THE DEAD LIVES
FOR YOUR PREFERRED INTROSPECTION!
I DON'T WANT TO DIVIDE ANYMORE!
I DON'T WANT TO DIVIDE ANYMORE!
NO MORE OF CHOOSING SIDES!
NO MORE OF WHOSE THE LESSER WHORE!
NO MORE OF THIS SWAYING TIDE!
I LIKE TO GO FUCKING OUTSIDE!
OR AT LEAST PREFER TO HIDE!
THIS IS WHAT HE WANTED!
AND YOU ALL DECIDE
THAT YOU WANT A PIECE OF THE PIE!
a hook with no bait is someone not taking consequences for granted
a bait with no catch is a lonely rod starved for attention
a catch with no hook is a opportunity poorly wasted
we've fallen for all them, line and sinker.
here is the final part of a three part series of poems involving the Christchurch shooting and how opportunistic media was to spin tall tales to invoke their ideology, playing right into the shooter’s hands.
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The Hook
[Originally posted on Deviantart on March 18, 2019]
and once you've taken the bait, then comes the hook....
and a bait with no catch is a lonely rod starved for attention
It's a train crash we can't avert our innate desires
I'm about to set this whole world on fire
this shiny affect I succumb
with this glitter bomb
loaded with political divisiveness
we try to pull away but we're all but obsessed
fill this act of horror with our screams
all across your television screens
This semi-automatic loaded with references
that any foolish ideologue will make inferences
a clever tactic only to dilute the net
we've been caught in by fill-in-the-blanks intent
I've concocted a lure loaded
with so many pheromones
that you'll tear each other apart
just to have a taste of it
And so we have
the left blame it on the right
the right blame it on the left
all blight in the name of theft
bereft of how we shame each other all night
this is exactly what he wanted...
come, have a bite
you useless guppies
all you're ever good for
is chomping down
on the narrative
(I don't wanna divide
I rather deride
with my words than
speak in genocide
but as we make
the malevolent
relevant
we decided our fate
stamped these stakes)
I've mailed right to you
and you won't care
if I tell it to your face
a gun with no bullets
is a block of metal unused
(it was Pewds
it was Candance
the partisan news
talk in distorted glance
weapons of disposition
loaded with imposition
as we fraternize
the fetish
of offense
we're nothing but a gullet
swallowing this bullet)
and I'm your ammunition
use this 9 millimeter article
to spur more division
have a sip of this bait
(as our mouths tug on this hook)
I've created the perfect enemy
useless conflict is a known remedy
when peace is a corner away from being clearer
a shapeshifting funhouse mirror
project onto whoever fits the quota
sensationalism is a drug to pundits like mota
and peddle it to the masses
and watch them get high off those gasses
The lie has gone halfway 'round the world
before the truth has time to put it's pants on
we know which you'll prefer
better to chew easy than to swallow hard
And so we have
suck ups to the higher ups
choke our gums to thin buzz
no gut to step up to this fuzz
croak about whose the fuck who done it
this is exactly what he wanted...
so come, have a bite
you whimpering guppies
spilling useless chatter
wasting all this space
on your narrative
(I don't want to divide
in my attempts to imbibe
ideas outside
I'm treated as an aside
giving the villain
all the capital to win
we've played right into his hand
kneel to his plight than stand)
It's all a facade and
you fucking well know it
you turn a blind eye because
a catch with no hook is a opportunity
to latch poorly wasted
(they label racist
coward, communist
whatever word on this list
will take the piss
of the conservative
or the liberals some will remiss
until we talk pass these
empty limericks
we've chomped down on the hook
and a bait with no catch is
a lonely rod starved for attention)
I'm the bait you suck on
distort it to fit your worldview
are these truth pills too hard to swallow?
is this lengthy rod too long for us to follow?
a catch with no hook is a opportunity poorly wasted
and once we've taken the hook, then comes the catch...
The second part of a three part poem series, followed after reading ‘the Bait’. parts of the poem have been incorporated from it into this one, with ‘The Catch’ being the longest, incorporating both. Again, this has to do with the Christchurch shooting and how quickly it was spun by the media for their own given agenda.
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The Bait
[Originally posted on Deviantart on March 15, 2019]
a catch with no hook is a opportunity to latch poorly wasted
I'm about to set this whole world on fire
with this glitter bomb
loaded with political divisiveness
all across your television screens
I've concocted a lure loaded
with so many pheromones
that you'll tear each other apart
just to have a taste of it
come, have a bite
you useless guppies
all you're ever good for
is chomping down
on the narrative
I've mailed right to you
and you won't care
if I tell it to your face
a gun with no bullets
is a block of metal unused
and I'm your ammunition
use this 9 millimeter article
to spur more division
have a sip of this bait
I've created the perfect enemy
a shapeshifting funhouse mirror
project onto whoever fits the quota
and peddle it to the masses
The lie has gone halfway 'round the world
before the truth has time to put it's pants on
we know which you'll prefer
better to chew easy than to swallow hard
so come, have a bite
you whimpering guppies
spilling useless chatter
wasting all this space
on your narrative
It's all a facade and
you fucking well know it
you turn a blind eye because
a catch with no hook is a opportunity
to latch poorly wasted
I'm the bait you suck on
distort it to fit your worldview
are these truth pills too hard to swallow?
and once you've taken the bait, then comes the hook....
This is a multi-part poem in regards to the Christchurch shooting and how quickly and easily the media took an opportunity to spin a tale of lies and ideology about the shooter’s motives, all exactly a part of his plan to further divide people on that basis alone. The second part is ‘The Hook’ coming up in a few days.
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Am Mateur
[Originally posted on Deviantart on March 8, 2019]
We've hardly begun to crawl out our cribs
yet we've assumed a pedestal to yell out
at the masses we think are beneath us
give anyone a microphone
expect cacophony
the playground's not far
from the political podium
we play tag to pin an enemy
and hide and seek to make one
the facts are lava once
were standing on our egos
there's always another table to flip
there's always another fable to rip
there's always another label to strip
stick it skin thick over your lips
once our acts are out in the open
we quickly exclaim 'I am mature!'
the tact of our desperation is coven
fully grown adults acting like amateurs
We've hardly begun to open our eyes
yet we perceive like a omniscient
casting judgment on anyone getting wise
give anyone a throne
expect anarchy
and like a wet slide
someone's going down
we overreach our own control
make underhanded approaches
stoop to extremes to seize victory
in a ethereal platform of drama
there's always another low to stoop
there's always another show to scoop
there's always another crow to snoop
shoot the news to suit this loop
and once we've been caught red handed
the immediate defense is 'I am mature!'
always wanting power but never to be remanded
full grown adults acting like amateurs
we've hardly begun to crawl out our cribs
yet from the social justice warriors
to the verified journalist hitpieces
they've assumed a pedestal to yell out
at the masses we think are beneath us
we've hardly begun to open our eyes
yet from the minds of the flat earthers
and the christian fundamentalists
they perceive everything like a omniscient
casting on judgment on anyone getting wise
always another table to flip
always another villain to slay
always another label to strip
stick it for a shilling all day
give anyone a microphone
expect cacophony
the billions of empty voices on youtube
to the minute hot takes on twitter
this playground of the internet's not far
from the political podium
give anyone a throne
expect anarchy
all the internet wars to seek an ephemeral win
to these multimillion companies making lowblows
just like a wet slide
someone's going down
always another low to stoop
always another feeling at play
always another crow to snoop
shoot at a ceiling for any say
and once we've been tattled too
our expected approach is 'I am mature!'
but we've hardly begun to rue
all the faults that make us amateur
Why yes, I am mature
from the lows I stoop
like a crow I snoop
at shows I'll scoop
for petty feelings
to tag a new enemy
and play hide and seek
to find one
Why yes, I'm amateur
from the tables I flip
all these fables I rip
for a label I strip
stick it onto you
facts are the lava
I cloud with my ego
so there's none
Why yes, We're amateur
senseless conflict
is the bedrock of every
singular interaction
it will be the foundation
of this throne I regret
will get toppled over
floating on lava
we've hardly begun to mature.
Been a bit absent on this site lately, sorry for the delay. Here’s some stuff that’s been on my deviantart over 3 months now!
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Brave New Deal
[Originally posted on Deviantart on March 3, 2019]
in a fictional world
of unlimited resources
anything seems possible
So as it goes with Red Cortez
writing legislation with
no authority to make it
'why don't you do better'
she exclaims
how stunning and how brave
the liberals always say
From upgrading every building
to culling the cows and airports
where they'll pull metaphorical money
out of their ass and take your money
to the state
how stunning
this brave new deal
'You've no right to complain
if you can't come up with a better idea'
So says the idiot having a ego
any new thought flow through that dome
should never be questioned or scrutinized
just how stunning and brave
standing for yourself in all the wrong ways
From erasing illusionary discrimination
to paying the lazy from ever working
where you'll cut physical ties
in favor of self told lies
to the banks
how stunning
this brave new deal
In a brave new world
of cowards and social cretins
the word has lost it's luster
So it goes crying in echoes
'That wasn't real socialism'
from a sucker for Stalin
brought to a indoctrinated child
for the guilt trips that ensue
How stunning and brave
all the kids think the same
From comparisons to Roosevelt
to a plan as rock solid as felt
where it's endearing to imagine
than to act on your political engine
to the presses
how stunning
this brave new deal
In a fictional world
of unlimited resources
anything seems possible
which is why socialism
live in a bubble
it's only real if it works
which it never will
so goes this brave new deal.
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26
[Originally posted on Deviantart on February 21, 2019]
I can be whoever I need to be.
A foolish proposal,
that I know,
I went there,
over a year ago.
found just how difficult
pulling that string was,
letting go of this
rubber band
around this neck.
I'm still tugging along
the bend
illusion of choice
ever so present
future predetermined
past irrelevant.
the way I make this day
is I work and sleep
and will continue
through the next year
does my life exist?
not while I'm-
I can be whoever I need to be.
A impossibility,
that I'm sure,
still didn't stop
me from trying.
choked my tears
on the realization
swallowed it's poison
let it taint
and infect me.
I'm still along
for this ride
strapped to a
passenger seat
on a train
circling around.
the way I convince myself
it isn't the same
is always similar in vain
say goodbye to new year's
if it even exists
not while I'm-
I can be whoever I need to be.
I made up my mind,
sure I do,
but it's lazy
and uninspired.
liked the innocence of naivety,
how carefree nothing is,
roped in the clout
of monotony and
let it hang me.
I'm still on the
idea of eventually
save it for later
stall it altogether
stop it indefinitely
however it slows.
the way I keep going
about writing on
for a empty crowd
hefted by nothing
if that even exists,
which I'm sure it doesn't,
not as long as I convince
myself that I can be
whoever I want to be
I can be whoever I need to be
what I am going to be doesn't exist
no, not as long, as long,
as I'm twenty six.
I'm going to be the same I'll ever be.
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Fursuit
[Originally posted on Deviantart on February 18, 2019]
if they want to be animals
we should treat them as such
hunt them to extinction
mount their heads and
have them for lunch...
This coat of yours is a cheap veil
for all the degeneracy laden within
mere compensation for the shit
of a human being you truly are
You pride yourself on insecurity
for deep down you know it's deserved
that outfit of dead animals is irony
of the shame you have for humanity
Humping concrete for roadkill
rape your siblings with glee
killing your pets as a thrill
you'll get no sympathy from me
You believe yourself to be
a wolf, or a lion,
but we know you're lying
you're a fucking maggot
personified
and ain't no fursuit
going to mask it
Watch as your defenders do anything
to stop this truth from being freed
stoop to every petty tactic just
to keep this veneer of goodness gold
You gather like a cult in support
of your apparent diversity
yet you're all in on the repugnance
acting as a hivemind to weed out proof
Egomaniacs cosplaying as reptiles
shill nothing for everyone to see
exile criticism and your self-awareness
you'll get no sympathy from me
You believe yourself to be
unique, or strong,
but we know you're wrong
you're a fucking faggot
sitting idly by
in a fursuit in hopes
we don't unmask it
If they want to be animals
we should treat them as such
hunt them to extinction
mount their heads and
have them for lunch...
You'll get no sympathy from me
i'm tired of the excuses
i'm sick of their treachery
more degenerate than a exhibitionist
more ideological than a feminist
every bit as binary as a NPC
you made this grave where
defending pedos from persecution
is what the tombstone will say
ain't no fucking fursuit gonna shroud
the mystery that's been yelled out loud
it's not a disguise
it's only another layer
of this maggot in wolves clothing
just another reason
you deserve all of the loathing
You want to be seen as my equal?
maybe stop fantasizing your next descent
down a bottomless pit of cretinous shit
pretending to be a sacred creature
You live in fairy tales which tell you
you're worth more than this wasted existence
you make harming everyone in the pursuit
to satisfy your twisted debauchery
Pillaging all evidence in answer
of the crimes we can clearly see
making a ballet of bullshit like dancers
you'll get no sympathy from me
You believe yourself to be
someone that can't be hurt
but your actions don't skirt
all the outfits you don
on the fly
hide in a fursuit
when we know what's going on
You keep fucking pretending
jumping in a imagination defending
the sick thoughts that ravage your mind
all the pets you rape and slaughter in kind
ain't no fursuit going to mask it
you're still that same little maggot
eating on shit with reckless glee
you'll get no sympathy from me
from sonicfox, to jasonafex, to Kero the Wolf,
all of you are in on it too
getting sick kicks out of zoo
all attempts to subdue
all criticism beholden to you
no amount of fursuits going to hide the shame
you've been swimming in your name
you'll get no sympathy from me
YOU'VE LOST ALL SYMPATHY FROM ME
YOU WANT TO ACT LIKE ANIMALS?
THEN YOU SHOULD BE TREATED AS SUCH
HUNT THEM TO EXTINCTION
MOUNT THEIR HEADS AND
HAVE THEM FOR LUNCH!
EAT THESE LITTLE MAGGOTS
AIN'T NO FURSUIT GOING TO MASK IT
BUNCH OF INSECURE FAGGOTS
YOU KNOW IT'S DESERVED
PETTY WORDS DON'T HURT
COMPARED TO THE PEDO RINGS
YOU'VE FUCKING SPURNED!
YOU'LL GET NO SYMPATHY FROM ME
I'D RATHER SEE YOU ALL HUNG FROM A TREE
YOU'VE FORFEIT YOUR RIGHT TO CREDIBILITY
AS SOON AS YOU WORE THAT SHIELD
YOU CALL A FURSUIT
ALL IN THE PURSUIT
OF YOUR FUCKING DEGENERACY
YOU'VE LOST ALL SYMPATHY FROM ME
YOU'VE LOST ALL SYMPATHY FROM ME
GO YIFF IN HELL YOU FUCKING FURRIES!!!!
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Kill The Clown
To hate comedy is
to hate truth itself
it speaks it in sharp teeth
it's verses spit harsh proof
It is no surprise then
that our laughter is stolen
sanitized in a bubble
regressed by a PC cudgel
They want to kill the clown
jokes are happy in a way
that it evokes all our downs
and they want that flayed
All the time spent
raking in the coals of outrage
lavishing in tepid misery
is making all you sink down to me
there is little space for a laugh
no humility in your heart for a gaff
you're killing the clown in me
just so I can be your enemy
cutting out a man's tongue
doesn't prove he's a liar
same goes for the shows
that intend to weed out offense
and what will be the defense?
to stretch so thin of nonsense
that it lacks any reason to exist?
To kill comedy is
to kill life itself
where it makes light of
the darkness in ourselves
It's no surprise then
progressives keep us in the dark
our laughter becomes more black
while they treat us with latex gloves
They want to kill the clown
only rainbows and fantasy
in this dystopian town
of infants and a need for sappy
all this effort
in dictating who's in the right
and what you're allowed to say
is dating us back to the stone age
where belittling safe spaces are the rage
no sanctuary for the ones who deprecate
you're killing the clowns in we
just so we don't hurt your feelings
Does the earth turn the way
you say it should?
same goes for the topics
too controversial for your ears
anyone could rise to the ocassion
and proclaim their subjective offense
but how little impact it would be
to roll a mile for a fucking inch
To rid of comedy is
to rid of happiness
the rose for the thorns
the silver lining in the bleak
tinting that grey to pink
isn't going to make me think
that our generation isn't weak
Just as killing the clown
won't stop you making a frown
someone else will get offended
someone else will rise to the ocassion
it's no surprise that in the pursuit
of making everyone feel welcome
that you've welcomed no one
They want to kill the clown
so were focused on the bad
unable to see red in this brown
hocus pocus goes all the glad
all the pains
to dig a mountain out of a molehill
to scrutinize the beach for one grain of sand
we're left basking in no gains
a mouthpiece perpetuating perceived equity
the edges trimmed for rubber and safety
killing the clowns for knee jerk feel good pleas
sharpen these rounds; there's no room to bleed
we need comedy
if we are to survive
as a species
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Learn To Code
The great airhorns of the media
are feeling the sting of irony
losing their jobs to make
other people lose theirs
Using their platform as a pedestal
for shitty hot takes and hitpieces
like snipers dressed in blue ball pens
I feel no pity for when they get laid off
maybe they should take their own advice
'learn to code'
These fucking chodes
better learn to code
journalism is already dead
and soon they'll be too
at least they'll be productive for a change
at least they'll answer for what they'll say
poetic justice couldn't come at a better time
no more middle class aristocrats hating on a dime
pumping out articles in the shitloads
how about they go learn to code
or they'll be shoveling coal
like the miners they scold
at least they can eat their fucking words
at least they can be seen as a well polished turd
we've been hungry for a delicious feast of them
eating at the source is the way to solve this problem
how the journalist will cry in pain
as they begin striking down on you
using Twitter as a bulletproof shield
from all manner of accountability
standing pidgeon-toed on all this outrage
spitting bullshit at suppressive intervals
messy targets with no true aim in sight
I feel relief when their assault ends
maybe they should go take their own advice
'learn to code'
These poisonous toads
better learn to code
journalism is dead
they're all talking heads
at least they'll be productive for a change
at least they'll answer for what they'll say
poetic justice couldn't come at a better time
no more middle class aristocrats hating on a dime
scurrying leeches goad
how about they go learn to code
no more will they find their gold
spun in fairy tales they've told
at least they can eat their fucking words
at least they can be seen as a well polished turd
flinging shit for as long as the dollar came
it's time for their throne to be put to shame
no more middle class aristocrats hating on a dime
peddling for the next publicity
ousting the next outrage
crushing the next celebrity
better fucking learn to code
or you'll be shoveling coal
like the miners you scold
just a half cocked chode
just a talking head you are
a deflated ego so goddamn far
up your own ass you can't fold
how they expect kindness in the face
of the fire they've built with
the bodies of those they've defaced
get scraped, they've never fucking cared
treating every website like a opportunity
to spam empty garbage for a click
moles in business suits and verified check marks
I feel apathy for their dismay
as they would me, they've never stuck their
fucking neck out for anybody
they've been rolling on easy
they've been casting demands
and virtues amongst the masses
rather than take their own fucking advice
learn to fucking code
learn to fucking code
it's all you'll ever be fucking good for
walk this damn road
and learn to code
journalism is dead
and they're not far from it
at least they can be productive for the now
at least they can introspect just how
the whole public happily awaits your pillory
they're the very antithesis of liberty
ever growing more insufferable with the moral loads
they should stop the preaching and learn to code
or they'll be hauling loads of coal
just like all the peasants they scold
like all the bullshit lies they've sold
all the outrage manufactured and told
poetic justice couldn't come at a earlier time
all this time these fucking busybodies hated on a dime
all this time these NPC's shat vapid nonsense in my mind
at least they can be productive for fucking once
at least they can eat their words and reap what they've sown
at least they can come down to earth rather nestle in their throne
no more middle class aristocrats hating on a dime
peddling for the next publicity
investing in the next ideology
crushing the next celebrity
networking the next narrative
better fucking learn to code
journalism is already dead
and soon they'll be too
like the miners they'll scold
always reap what they've sewn
can't tell when it's raining
when they've all but dripping
in the bullshit they're spitting
their careers are draining
so the best they can get from this maiming
is to learn to code!
learn to code!
learn to code!
you poisonous toads!
you half cocked chodes!
so lanky and pidgeon-toed!
so incapable to walk the road!
so inescapable not to goad!
GO FUCKING LEARN TO CODE!!!
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