Massive entertainment
& the mainstream media
hold us in containment
weighed down by acedia
After being surreptitiously sedated
may find out, if woken up, that we’ve been castrated
May give fright even if not right
Were I to receive an insight
it may not bring my neighbor delight
but rather give him or her fright
notably if I chanced to be right
as one person’s presumed breakthrough
may show up others as cuckoo
On your ass in morass
If you’re part of the admass
lost, beguiled & propagandized
you’re on your ass in morass
unwittingly anesthetized
The MSM ain’t independent
rather the Elites’ co-defendant
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-admass = the part of society that is easily influenced by the mass media and advertising;
-MSM = main stream media
While I’ve little time left I’ve got all the time right now
On my life’s path not much time left
but got all the time in the moment
so primed still & ready to heft
& to welcome Life’s next bestowment
Right now am feeling far from done
never mind how long my run
If there ain’t no such thing, do watch out for a sting
There just can’t be such a thing
as ‘gain without some pain’
so watch falling for a sting
as there’s pain without gain
While beware that there’s no longer a solution
to stupidity, climate change or pollution
Wars would have stalled if only Middle Aged were called
Urged on by (their voices shrill)
jingoistic sheeple
train Baby Faces to kill
die for other people
If instead us Middle Aged were called
many a war would surely have stalled
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sheeple = (derogatory, slang) people who unquestioningly accept as true whatever their political leaders say or who adopt popular opinion as their own without scrutiny
Frazzled by hooey on Life’s path gooey
Life’s path got gooey
been slowing us ennuied
frazzled by hooey
No longer on path buoyed
All the while mired in a massive flop
we still dream of coming out on top
Regret to abet any set of bias impious
Can’t tell people apart no more
should thusly behoove me to abet
the prompt acquiring on that score
of prejudices: a whole new set
If only I would accommodate
always, rather than discriminate
In stillness we may be taught
In stillness we need not strive for more
as its wind embraces in warm whisper
The past doesn’t whimper, future doesn’t roar
Thoughts may blur, while emotions feel crisper
Into stillness we’re gladly brought
it’s a place where we may be taught
Erstwhile drizzle’s splendor fizzles
Knows a Seattle pluviophile
how its drizzle used to beguile
But by now it has gone in exile
these days instead downpours awhile
Memories linger longingly tender
of the long gone drizzle’s subtle splendor