Not Poetry. Quatrain Verse in English & Swedish. Dagsverser. On the Mundane & the Arcane.
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!
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
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
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
Where property claims trump common good
we’ve an unjust society
it ought to be discernible you’d
end up with impropriety
Quality of life has devolved
For in a society
from commonality absolved
brings us deep anxiety
You just take a quick look around:
Distraction, denial abound
Bought a car for $50K
that had kept me spellbind
so subsequently no way
getting a cheaper kind
Still if spent $30k instead
some poor people would be ahead
Would a $20k donation
set me free to drive a car ‘mundane’?
Might I cause my peers vexation
by giving my compassion free rein?
But as us peers are uniquely deserving
shouldn’t have to deal with what-if:s this unnerving!
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
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!
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
Made poor by ‘neo-liberalism’
but that seems to take the backseat
(as well fear of ‘neo-fascism’)
to 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
The hunt for the proper pronoun
shall seemingly never slow down