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Impacted Klasskurtxians*?
At best: teats of insentience,
and far from "nutrition"
dispensing malfeasance.
At worst?
...Sullen agents of "darkness" despised—
stooges for them: purveyors of lies.
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Drones thus "affected"
to spin party lines—
a message confusing,
cross-purposed, and trying!
See, crass disrespect
has been tendered to you.
"Betrayal of innocence"
is what they imbue.
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...Perhaps we are "losers,"
"neo-dreamers," "no-brainers"...
with visions of grandeur—
"tru-believers..." "complainers."
Perhaps it is us
buying "nonsense" at best?
Perhaps self-enslaved
to what won't stand its test?
Perhaps merely "whacko"...
a "woo-woo" buffoon,
or someone who's stopped
with his meds a mite soon...
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...Though, who is to say...
given "secrets" sans "oversight"?
Who is to say...
given strict "protocols."
Who is to say
given trust's been betrayed
and the "path" is obscured,
where humanity falls?
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Whatever they're saying
they're taking a gamble;
with looming attention
they're made the example...
There are these working hard
to discredit an interest...
in *people from space*—
to encourage "disinterest"!
Who are these privileged
to husband such truth,
but those most rewarded
to remain so obtuse.
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These won't be absolved
when their castle walls crumble,
when they're made to crawl...
on unevenness, stumble.
When they're made to pay
for transgressions perceived,
and they're boiled down
for the "mouths" they could "feed"!
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Oh, these speak with that sneer,
like EVERYTHING's clear,
but dodges those questions
beyond strange and queer;
we beg them for answers
to *things* that we've seen...
which millions attest to...
yet remain unredeemed!
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...But, they'd front for the ignorant shadows, of course;
they'd fan up the murk like "klasskurtxian Korff."
These lie and they cheat to perform obfuscation.
They're sell-outs and scoundrels beyond all objection. Psychopathy reigns from a gated community
where criminals thrive in a gravid immunity!
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...And what are their bona fides;
what strange credentials
are part of a makeup
that makes them essential?
Is it "Bull Shit," or More Shit"...
Piled Higher and Deeper?
What's their agenda?
Who's the real sleeper?
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...For me? These klasskurtxians?
They're personally insulting
—a little revolting—
obtuse... deconstructing!
They're a block or an obstacle—
a hurdle we face
on the gamut endured
to touch TRUTH on her face!
They have nothing new—
just trot out old arguments...
...Still used like a "salve"
of their "fraudulent unguent"...
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They're dishonest, deceitful,
designing... disingenuous.
They're conniving, contemptible,
and they're cads... ignominious!
...Better persons?
...Destroyed for transgressions like these!
Whither klasskurtxians?
Are they different? Oh—please!
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Errant klasskurtxians
promote their "bad credit,"
and it seems they're much worse
than the folks they'd discredit.
...See, where are their "arguments"
that we've been "forgetting"?
What mistakes have they made,
and they're huge I'd be betting!
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Their approach is quite manic,
a frenzy at rest—
thousands of E-Mails
(but they answer mine best).
They have all the "answers,"
and they're here to put "right"
all the hounds of my "ignorance"—
my "cognitive blight"!
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I resent their intrusion
as one's piss on my leg!
Yes, tell me it's raining!
But to differ, I beg.
Their tone is so facile,
and it sings the same song:
balloons and old swamp gas—
just to string us along...
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...Double down on denial?
Kick the can down the road?
Endure double-dealing
promising less of a load?
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...Yet, feel there's something
a-watch from "out there."
We'll know not its "purpose."
It just sits there and stares...
recording, perhaps,
our own irksome consistencies,
our gross infidelities,
our craven propensities...
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...And our *boys* "unelected"
have the *info* galore—
you can bet it means changes...
that it evens some scores!
...But there... they're struck clueless,
so must grasp to their chests...
what their pay and position...
or their excess expects!
Then, it's much easier
to sell us all out!
They have "insulation,"
...but we'll do without.
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Bunkies make ridicule
and mock all those things
that perplex or confound us;
they taunt, sneer, and 'spin.'
They drool proclamation
with airy aplomb,
but their sarcasm's worse,
a disparaging bomb!
They chaff, and they razz,
but they're smelling the fear...
of a change to their worldview
that's been bearing down—near!
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...And what is their program?
What's their agenda?
...While trying as hard
as they can to offend ya'!
Where'd they get off?
What is their plan?
What's the connection.
Who understands?
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I'll bet they inhabit
a rabid right aisle;
I'll just bet their soft hands
hide a predator's smile.
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Yes—there are secrets,
clandestine ... dark...
of needs buried in dungeons,
and cellars or parks.
Though, along with "no Santa Clause"
there is evil conspiracy
to dump on the masses—
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We've corrupt institutions!
We wallow in lies...
that don't come from Hoagland,
Art Bell, or those guys!
It's "justice" for sale
to a moneyed elite.
It's corruption in government,
crooked cops on their beats.
It's 'worship' for doctors
and 'honor' for priests.
It's money to "scientists"
who march to "the beat."
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Why, it's them and their manners
which typifies loss
of all that the cosmos
could give us at cost!
Their eyes look away
from the light that would shine
if we asked better questions...
for those answers opined!
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Don't you find it... well, strange,
not a little bit odd...
that these are well-funded
and that they get "the nod."
...But these? ...Mere contrivance
to confound our credulity!
They are here to make waves
to provoke our stupidity!
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Who's the big liar?
Is it Hoagland, or "Nye,"
he of klasskurtxia
faking faux-facts besides!
One would presume an inverse there in the last stanza that I'm just not feeling myself, eh?
...here...
To Touch Truth On Her Face...
Restore John Ford!
