Not Poetry. Quatrain Verse in English & Swedish. Dagsverser. On the Mundane & the Arcane.
Pretending we’re riding high
on puniest ponies
while not asking ourselves why
how come we’re such phonies!
We’re lacking in self awareness
whining about life’s unfairness
With feet barely
off the ground dangling
only rarely
lets up our wrangling!
We gallop gallivanting advocating
with our deprecating mouths agitating
In cowardly beat-ups
Hope hangs on the ropes
pummeled without letups
by heedless dopes
Humans are on the tightrope
while mouthing learned response
same old soap opera trope:
Escapist nonchalance
If we truly wanted out of this loop
why do we still chose this lowly to stoop?
The Kakistocrat Elite
goes for People’s jugular vein
narcissistic & effete
cutting oxygen from our brain
so we cannot think clearly
which is costing us dearly:
We let them control how we’re entertained
what frightens us, how we’re distracted
How come so casually unrestrained
when to inanity attracted?
Issues themselves furled
left for you to react
Your sneering lips curled
no need to deal in facts
Self-described as ‘optimism’
while flimsy delusion
as well a glib euphemism
for ‘gutless collusion’
Your consuming in a fool’s paradise
leaves the rest of to pay the baneful price
Claims she’s a ‘happy medium’
while seems on life’s tepid voyage lost
Self-corralled in tired tedium
chasing distraction at any cost
Too long mired in routines repetitious
to try launch any changes auspicious?
With your nose on smart phone screen
wholly unrestricted
like snorting stuff up the nose
you may be ‘addicted’
Makes you feel ascendent
like anything goes
Even seem transcendent
when you’re in its throes
while just lit by the sheen
from flat fantasy’s screen
Shiny the lacquer
that positively screams:
“Here drives no slacker
but someone lives their dreams!”
Lighting, screens gleaming
painted darkly, sized huge
with gadgets teeming
No measly subterfuge!
Keeps conniving
through windows tinted
pushing, driving
to self unstinted!
But not hard to figger
why the rush to bigger:
Mighty fortress wheeled
of menacing power
as cave, as crutch, shield
We’re King in our Tower!
Should you ask perchance
what is my opinion
I may look askance
can’t be your dominion?
Could you leave it unasked?
Be it of my own making
got set up in the past
mortified, poor pride aching
So won’t be baited yet again
aftermath just too cruel
So I’ll adamantly abstain
being again that old fool
Even when earnestly solicited
my opinion won’t be elicited
Since the Romans has echoed the jingoistic cry ‘Dulce et Decorum est Pro Patria Mori’ or ‘It is sweet and right to die for one’s country’:
Awash in gushing
about what’s ‘sweet & right’
while not much blushing
of others’ dead end plight
While some ‘laid down’ their lives
at home Jingoists grandstand
keep slapping their high-fives
while just The Dead know first-hand
But why bother taking time to reflect
when easier just accept or reject?
When our ignorance willful
then a shortsighted stance
As excuse may be useful
still a poor traction prance
Any sensory input
if contradicts our emotion
experienced as hard put
obstacle to own promotion
A most treasonous act
to let into own domain
logic, justice & fact
so we repel with disdain
thus ducking away from Reality
while cowardly spouting hyperbole
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-willful ignorance = the practice of intentional and blatant avoidance, disregard of facts, empirical evidence and well-founded arguments because they oppose or contradict our own preferences or beliefs