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Events like Watergate come & go
Revealing to the public our national shame We no longer trust the government Any effort to deceive us is just plain lame
Our capitalistic masters heading for disaster
These pathetically absurd Creating content for the algorithm But they don’t care about our words
Dr. Strangeglove is plotting
The folly of the Pentagon staff Making old ladies weep When only evil men can still laugh
Time keeps ticking, even when we hurt
Old white men will begin to campaign Dropping promises like forgotten love notes The people cast aside once they pop champagne
You ask me frivolous questions
Who shall I vote for I don’t know who cares But, I’m rooting for no one in 2024
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I want to write
But I don’t have the words So I watch the ink seep silently I know you’re thinking I’m absurd
So many empty notebooks
To fill with small little doodles & swirls Intimidated by the stark whiteness I don’t know how to create lasting worlds
Pondering & delving into thought
Present in my feelings with offerings to burn Slowly churning my fickle imagination In the hopes a bit of creativity might return
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Where is my absurd little coffee this morn
Claiming to be something or other I rise slower, wiping Pixie Dust from my eyes Never forget the dreams they try to smother My gorgeous blonde lady sleeping peacefully Our love burnt brightly into a passionate fire I stretch my legs & smile at a job well done She’ll slumber for a while, for she’s kind of tired Like this: Like Loading...
Dancing socialites & reformed ladies
Choices of the malevolently absurd
Not really what you figured to be
Those weren’t the chances you heard
Life tries to knock us all off
The rugged seem tenacious & alive
Tapping toes with your perfect partner
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Thought it to be an easy read
Yet the words were hard to digest Meaning dancing slowly in my mind Subtly creeping past the singular rest
Retracing lines to navigate ritual
Where do we reform elegant words Removed from obvious transparency Heaped among the notorious & absurd
But we can still be returned to normal
Reassembled without any scars of the war Truth absolved of the fictions we wrote Back to the pages I quietly implore Like this: Like Loading...
I search for hope in the early morning
Trying to find truth before first light
Without the influence of assholes
Perpetually kept themselves in the right
This absurdity of life
Fallen into realms beyond our thought
But still we shine on for the future
This isn’t who we are; let us believe not
We can change the status of time
& act not out of debilitating fear
That we might find a way to be better
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Rereading Orwell and taking notes
Not going to be ruled nor romanced By an adolescent philosophy Anyone’s faulty & retched political stance
We need to think for ourselves again
Too many left for dead it seems Generation of choreographed absurdity & gathering the news by sharing memes
But I have faith we can regain our promise
By exposing kindness & compassion instead It is possible to lead by inspiration Instead of ruling by threats & dread
and another thing; a note to those in power we need to rename political parties CSPAN is the lamest way to spend an hour Like this: Like Loading...
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I can’t explain
I don’t have the frightful words Just know I can still feel Yet my notions contain the absurd
These nuisance actors linger
Youthful mistakes I always regret The musty smell of a cracked spine Odes & reams I can never forget Like this: Like Loading...