On Life’s path screwy
held down in ennui
frazzled by hooey
Throw us a life buoy!
All the while mired in a massive flop
still dreaming of coming out on top
Us acting the buffoon? Yeah but, only once in a blue moon!
As we contribute zero
in these days the Poltroon
(not that intrepid Hero)
is the one we festoon
Though own lives uninspired
(both in dull play, work drudging)
we’d hoped to be admired
so now others begrudging
Were it only once in a blue moon
that we carried on like a buffoon!
Should’ve been iconoclastic about plastic
Reigned briefly
did Humankind
Brawled chiefly
left mess behind
Our Species capricious
in predicament drastic
piled garbage pernicious
stifling planet in plastic!
While us Humans quick in verbal comeback
when it comes to changing we turn our back
To secure empire Pentagon remains the sine qua non
Are they being overwrought
in Military Paradise
those bemedaled Argonauts
who keep exhorting sacrifice:
for Freedom & Democracy
to flow out the barrel of the gun?
The life quenching hypocrisy
that the Argonauts shall never shun
Their faces don’t show pallor
while humming Te Deum
their proclaimed Christian Valor
contrary to Freedom
To secure empire Pentagon
handles wars of premeditation
It remains the sine qua non
to what’s needing annihilation
Leaving us to watch the Pentagon roll on
over the next small country it bears down on
In tiresome tirades tendentious why do sound so pretentious?
Our deluded Prime Mover
acts arrogant & contentious
seeking room to maneuver
with pithy prancing pretentious
Readily spouts what’s trite
mixed with random invective
Blindly claims to be right
while facts, logic deflective
Keeps up tiresome tirades tendentious
but aren’t we all sometimes sententious?
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sententious = full of terse pithy sayings & axioms
Taps into people’s envy & fear, telling them the lies they want to hear!
The careerist know-it-all
with elite tries to blend
with supercilious gall
determined to ascend
He knows how ingratiate
of superiors kiss their butts
flatter, his CV inflate
Of rivals kick them in their nuts
Taps into people’s envy & fear
telling them the lies they wanna hear
Stand your ground, fire another round!
Others we hate or fear
and regard with derision
We carry guns & sneer
amidst growing division
Facing constant suspicion
we’re piling up the munition
Self-defense our sole mission
sensing no need for contrition
Under the law of ‘stand-your-ground’
go ahead, fire another round!
Glistening quirk secures my place of work
In her chair she’d swivel
pontificating
with much inane drivel
alienating
But as she’s the boss
I make my eyes glisten
can’t handle job loss
that thought jolts in frisson
and so goes yet another day
in the cutthroat corporate fray
‘They’ used to be plural, now procural
Outrage of neoliberalism
seems to have taken the backseat
(as well the fear of proto-fascism)
for the ‘neo-pronoun elite’:
Stray on the neo-pronoun path
where they self-righteously prance
we risk get mauled by minions’ wrath
in their identity dance
Their chase for the proper pronoun
shall seemingly never slow down
Uncouth to evade the truth
Denial hard coated
invariably fractious
obstinately bloated
fallacious, fast & factious
Might ‘work’ within the rare moment
while a dubious bestowment