We ‘signal virtue’
so to ingratiate
like those in church
who self-felicitate
As we in presumption
lay claim to be ‘woke’
then with purloined gumption
in pretense we cloak
It takes temerity
to fake sincerity
Bacchanalia of paraphernalia
Our keen shopping ideologue
in her gushing travelogue
pours over every catalogue
for stuff with apt epilogue
Ongoing bacchanalia
found at IKEA
of sharp paraphernalia
So here’s the idea:
That if she can snag
that which is plain out-sized
(except its price tag)
then she’ll be idolized!
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-epilogue = here: a purchase that fleetingly pleases – but not for long as that would slow down further purchases
Innate bounce vs enhanced jounce
The bosom left untouched
delights utterly
While the one been retouched
may bulge udderly
Still produces rapture
in the gaping fool
held frozen in capture
with unseemly drool
Much rather than the jounce
of breasts enhanced unsightly
I laud the innate bounce
be it scant, that flows lightly
Binged until unhinged but by blame untinged
Lacking all constraint
humans fervidly binged
pillaged in war paint
until all got unhinged
Soon now there ain’t much left
besides suffering
Our children left bereft
lacking buffering
Still not our fault they weren’t born earlier
did not grow up faster and burlier!
Latvia fades below
Sun rays gleaming, bolting through
streaked clouds down to foaming sea blue
Sandy crescents fade below
shimmer in nostalgia’s hue
Our turbulence shook plane is winging West
giving for now Baltic folklore a rest …
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sandy crescents = here: white sandy sweeping, curving beaches of the Latvian coast
Here kids: Whatever is left is all yours to deplete!
Here kids: The planet Earth
long time now since was replete
Circles, rotates in dearth
with you while fully deplete
Wondering if ours were plain theft
draining the planet hollow?
No, no, no need to feel bereft!
Just carry on! Go wallow!
Simply the generational dance
Earth ain’t wholly overheated
Have faith in ‘techno fixes’ perchance
who says you are being cheated?
Kids, keep up the winning same
piling profits by extraction
Self indulgence brings no shame
just tune out, hide in distraction!
Blurry film clips restlessly screech
Watch the mind meander
ambushing, springing
skirting facts & candor
us along-stringing
Mind hatches impudent plots
draws responses oblique
Cause & effect tied in knots
same excuses antique
Blurry clips restlessly screech
Like rusty shears of fear
crudely clack, slash, gash & bleach
through tender innards tear
Not until curbed the mind’s confusion
shall the heart beat in calm effusion
What if It had proved ‘profound’?
‘Insight’ bolts out from under a bush
like a hare, catching it too hard!
Unfazed it jumps, twists in frantic rush
baffling the long suffering ‘bard’
Couldn’t write it down, lost in a flash
what if it had been ‘profound’?
Might it beyond fevered dreams rash
have impacted with resound?
But then how likely a deep loss to Humankind
something springing from a mere versifier’s mind?
‘Free will’ is the cruel joke
What’s with all this piling schmear
and sad state of affairs?
Are we now suspended here
wonder in whose cross hairs?
In this precarious mess
seems we’re doomed you & I?
but allows us to digress
when realizing why:
‘Free will’ is the cruel joke
a most dire delusion
nothing but a programmed hoax
of earthly confusion!
As we grow older last call to grow bolder
Life’s narrowing paths now turn steeper
our strides shorter on feet colder
Sensing the shadow of The Reaper
we turn, in vain, the cold shoulder
Our breath wheezing & shallow
gotten deaf to light sounds
Ages since we were callow
though still may act like clowns
While as our ego-driven selves fade
we’re freed up from the urge to persuade …