Not Poetry. Quatrain Verse in English & Swedish. Dagsverser. On the Mundane & the Arcane.
We had even planned on expansion
but no longer making the grade
Since lost our overblown McMansion
now dwell in ‘hovel’ without maid
Reality, not erstwhile charades,
humiliating and novel
Tumbling hard in Free Market cascades
spoiled lives crashed now have to grovel
No longer fine china afternoon tea
got dumped hard into Actuality
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McMansion = or Starter Castle
Efforts effete about the climate
and growing inequality
while for a neo-Nazi Heimat
abounds power and polity
about endless warfare
ever pushing containment
From our comfy armchairs
such splendid entertainment
Empire’s proud minions cruel
hardened hearts steeped in myth
splash in consumer cesspool
Unease gnaws on our pith …
… when reduced to watch the next wildfire
and the nuclear race on high wire
Planet like a stressed canine
shall shake itself of fleas
now in self-defense hard line
throwing off Human sleaze
With our fallacies
covetousness
enduring envies
loquaciousness
Restraint we’re sadly lacking
barely perspicacious
We rush, push, seldom slacking
way too efficacious
We keep battling amongst each other
with ferrous fangs & jagged jaws
while united against Earth Mother
Aren’t we Universe’s outlaws?!
Salivating salaciously
our species vexatiously
keeps gobbling up voraciously
defecates ungraciously
I’m since long overdue to resign
to join a species that is benign!
In selfish times when facts downplayed
marked by superficiality
when indulgence knows not delay
we seek virtual reality
Must be found swift & easy
to be entertaining
as well snappy & breezy
If not too constraining
Not only just exasperating
but a culture alienating
edited 10/13/23 1610
Conceited urban cowards
prefer to eat meat & prattle
They won’t holler like cowherds
or ponder the lives of cattle
They lack heart for battle
unless for their steak
Their God-ordained chattel
thus being at stake!
They chew on the road of least resistance
with no thought to cows’ dead end existence
So tingly tactile:
tripping on an anthill
dancing a quadrille
working in a steel mill
Instead we vainly preen:
leaned on the Net’s crutch
as watching on a screen
keep us out of touch
Yet we butt in prone to pronounce – come on!
although we know so little from hands-on!
“Then we went there
and that was so great
they liked my hair
and then we all ate!”
Spare me loquacious logistics
with silly shallow heuristics!
In boorish reporting
of meager meandering
while mixing exhorting
with transparent pandering
Mercy, don’t let this pass for life
rather send me strenuous strife!
What idiotic presumption
that what’s for us a smooth road
of endless growth and consumption
somehow doesn’t deplete the lode!
Humans been binging
until all got unhinged
Still we ain’t cringing
our cheeks by shame untinged
We have been undiscerning
so for our hapless brood
their future now adjourning:
Irreversibly screwed
In offhand complacence
with little forethought
we offer obeisance
as we yield distraught
Got no appetite for fuming
in righteous indignation
just looking busy consuming
away in resignation
In successive fits of ‘sloptimism’
we pretend: What’s wrong with escapism?
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‘sloptimism’ = (by license) wishful sloppy ‘thinking’; groundless optimism
“More ribs cooking on U.S. grills as meat supply increases” 5/28/18 news in our hometown paper. Wow, what a feat!
Quite the welcome feat
Americans love ribs:
More supply of meat
smoking hot, we’ve got dibs!
Short lived cattle anxiously bleat
Soon resting in their burial place
which for them, our supply of meat,
is our insatiable stomach space
Cattle’s plight? Why does that matter?
Just pile more grilled on our platter!