Critical Prose & Poetic Commentary regarding UFOs and their astonishing ancillaries, consciousness & conspiracy, plus a proud sufferer of orthorexia nervosa since 2005!

Saturday, October 02, 2021

The "You" You'd Recuse

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"!
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...
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!
But we maintained the status quo, 
we stayed the "party line." 
We laughed at our "abductees," 
and we wasted precious time!
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.
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!
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!
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.
...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!

  • Too, restore John Ford at ANY cost to a landed elite! An institution which countenances this atrocity of injustice is not worthy of continuance. Verily, any institution that could be brought down by the legal and righteous efforts of just one man—SHOULD be brought down, of needs and for cause!

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