Love & heartbreak do little to assuage the guilt
Where we were sullen & hoping to save our souls
Marooned far past the realms of sanity
Peeling the plastered propaganda on Bikini Atoll
II. Love & heartbreak
propaganda
III. Even The Poor
Even the poor can spirit an uprising
Don’t speak to me of your pragmatic lever
I’m not going to buy into your propaganda
Never a card-carrying member, nor true believer
Poets, Artists & Mischievous Folk
Poets, artists & mischievous folk
Proclamations & unsorted semi-true theories
Stories of unfounded revolutions
Their propaganda always makes me a little leery
Taking creativity as an undisciplined religion
Allowing me to remain high on dopamine
Though I’ve never been one for public consumption
Hiding behind my words; staying forever unseen
Image by Karolina Grabowska from Pixabay
How To Live My Life
Stop telling me
How to live my life
Your organic kale yoga
Won’t end this strife
I’m 3 dimensional
Not an internet meme panda
Your trendy solutions
Are merely hipster propaganda
*This is an older poem. It has nothing to do with the image, but clearly an excuse to display one of my favorite memes. Please don’t twist my words or meaning. We should all be trying to eradicate hatred in the world through love each and every day.
Captain Q 