duels of fooality

CLAIM YOUR VICTIMHOOD
GET OVER YOURSELF
CLAIM YOUR VICTIMHOOD
GET OVER YOURSELF
No wonder we're such insufferable sods
Our pathways to healing at perfect odds
Our biggest imperatives at this juncture
concoct contradiction's perpetual puncture
Healing hobbles and often feels worse
as wisdom wobbles along in a hearse
Claim your victimhood, nay rage!
Not a scourge, but the boon of our age
As these veils divest from our eyes
revealing such squealing terrors and lies
Each of us degraded and desensitized
Our very humynity anesthetized
Barons and thieves, victims the same
Exploiter and exploited, all pawns in our game
Our cleverness infinitely unabating
has created a species self-immolating
Perhaps our fate hermetically sealed
when our categorical catch-22 is revealed
The mutilated mass amass scraps from our table
Those who might save us are always least able
You can't hoard wealth and compassion too
The rich are bankrupt, ever and always true
Transcending tirades of universal isolation
requires a revolutionary consecration
And yet, and yet...here's the rub of regret
Our innocence exists in tandem
with self-absorption non-random
Yet crass cruelty ain't pure abomination
(when it's an act of self-preservation)
Learning how to love something not named YOU
An art lost for a decamillenia or two
Get over yourself, blithering blatherskites
Pull head from hiney, besotted bag o' shites!
Claim victimhood whilst dislodgin' noggin from ass?
In simultaneity, a cultural cootie grass
Both essential to homo sapiens resurrection
Twin markers to our redemptive direction
Whomever finds this fulcrum's balance point
The greatest savant we'll ever anoint