cruci-fix

The moment we met my heart knew
i'm supposed to love and protect you
A different message came to my head
Better to flee and neglect you instead
Invisible robots cried "DANGER DANGER"
Best cling to confines of kindly stranger
My hormones cry to break the tie
"Fuck her breathless until we die!"
What's a lonely, quixotic fool to do?
Martyr myself to nurture you?

degrees

Do you ever reach out for someone not there?
Dying by degrees in a world that can't care?
Seeking truth, but too broken to dare

drowning2

All this pining and clowning...
Lost in a lonely sea
Far better avoid me
In truth, i'm only drowning

left-handed self-aggrandizement

I have never spoken the sentence "I think i overdressed"
Nor uttered the words "Can i use that as a deduction?"
This life so alarmingly free
of clocks, forms, lines
Bills, jealousies, deadlines
Unapologetic, uncompromised
Unafraid to be despised
Perhaps the most centered person you'll meet
For what it's worth
(which ain't much)
Mayhap the most wise and gentle
For what it's worth
(which ain't much)
As a product of a fear-based culture of psycho-sexual repression
i assure you my relative wonderfulness
compared to a psychologically healthy humyn
(which you nor i have ever, ever seen)
is akin to being a millipede
with only 999 broken legs
Watch me wave that one good leg - WHEEEEEE!

rich people

Rich people are assholes
I don't mean to sound emotional
I'm simply being scientific
In socio-economic studies
rich people tested lower than any demographic
for compassion and empathy
Were these people deficient before being rich?
No
Are they deficient after they lose their wealth?
No
Rich people are assholes
Are there any rich people reading this?
FUCK YOU
I don't mean to sound emotional

time

We invented time to know who should be where
But mostly, to measure how much we care

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