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Think what you want, friend,
regarding "Abduction."
A nest full of liars,
mistaken, or cursed.
Consider these making
a play for your dollar,
not worthy your notice—
revolting, or worse?
.
Then, make them a scapegoat?
Make them your clown!
Make them embarrassed?
Make sure they're cast down!
.
Use them, abuse them—
why, assign "yellow stars"!
Mock them as bar-flies
from Venus or Mars!
Do what you will
to stay 'comfy' and 'safe.'
...But lie to yourself!
Pretend it's you, brave!
.
Yes, treat with derision
this hapless minority,
though, cling to fraternities,
and stuck-up sororities!
Stick to your "Bibles,"
your "tracts" and "epistles,"
then slink past your graveyards...
contriving to whistle!
.
Laugh while you're able,
you artless elite!
You stuttering clot poles!
You shameless effete!
.
We're an atom in an ocean!
Who's to say what drifts our way...
on those currents so indifferent
to the games that YOU might play!
We're a grain upon a tiny beach
unaware we're unaware...
or why it is that we're betrayed
by systems, you'd forswear!
.
You know, given your foreknowledge,
observance of some fact...
some clue to what was going on...
An autodidact's act...
.
We're a tiny—larval—bit of life
bereft most truth and sentience!
We're saints, if psychopathic;
we're seers sans all conscience!
We're all the things we'd hate to be,
still, carry just a tad
of everything that grace t'would be...
...if currently? Quite mad!
.
When you laugh at our afflicted,
but then put them in your "shows,"
you make dishonest dollars
while you thumb an upturned nose!
Who profits from this disrespect;
you frolic for the "man"!
You caper for his pennies...
then you buff his "penile, gland"!
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Well, this, at best, seems ill-advised
and provoking disrespect.
That seems little aspiration
to an enlightened intellect.
Any "credence" to that party-line?
One gives their bland support...
detracting from progressiveness—
so we take it in the shorts!
.
On UFOs now detected,
their rejection heretofore?
So, where's your skeptibunky;
where's your smug, denying, TV whore?
There's been no investigation!
These maintained that that's unneeded!
No one was even "looking," friend!
"Looks" entreat and beg, beleaguered!
No one has the *courage*
...'cause they know it's unrewarded.
.
...Sad crews of us cooperate
but likely, ALL are strung along...
to give their bat-squeeze our own weight,
'til disaster's sung its song...
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We could have been more strident!
We could have made commands—
perhaps elected persons
who would make our harsh demands!
.
We could have saved more money—
brought our population down.
We could have cleaned our rivers—
put our wires underground.
We could have told our kids the truth
in schools of trust and light!
We could have made more effort
to get Ready, Real—Right!
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But we maintained the status quo,
we stayed the "party line."
We laughed at our "abductees,"
and we wasted precious time!
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We're given harmful counsel,
it happens all the time—
"Gaslighting" that it's us gone mad!
Some "doctors" should do time!
Yeah, ask the woman, "Emma Woods"
if she's been on that ride.
Assess her story's elements, friend,
then see what you decide.
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So think what you will, "Phil"—
regarding abduction!
Stay the old course
of your sad re-reductions!
Forget you knew nothing;
forget you're the fake!
Pretend your foundations
don't crumble and break!
.
Forget that the saucers
still fly in your skies;
forget the abducted
and pretend that their cries...
are musings of idiots,
cretinous loons
who scratch at your wallet
then howl at your moon!
See, it's you and not *abductees*,
Cast as "wanting" here, today!
It is YOU, and not abductees,
sopped in glad naivete!
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YOU are the cause
of their pitiful nescience!
Subject to laughter,
enduring derision...
It's you at the core
of our lack of concision!
We're TRAPPED in a prison
of your lack of vision!
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Your time is now passed
on a ship that has sailed.
You're a "fat lady sung"
and a bread that's gone stale.
The pendulum swings
as it's wont, then, to do,
and it matters not
Muslim, "Christian," or Jew.
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...Not Shiva, or Krishna,
nor Buddha have clues.
It's your "felt experience," reader!
The "you" you'd recuse!
A salute, then, to Emma and her genuine courage.
Let's walk with her, then, and so be less discouraged.
She's on the right path; she carries her load.
I'll walk with her gladly; she's a light on the road!
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