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Step on up! I'll fill your bucket!
Though, I'll give you much to chew...
when I show you what's around
...to be assessed!
At first a little scary
when the ground begins to quake,
but "comeuppance" is deliverance!
It's too bad that you're distressed!
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See... detritus we have countenanced
befouls the air we breathe!
The faux-patronizing "crap," good Sir,
precludes respect we bleed.
.
See, your patriotism's juvenile,
just a lie one tells oneself
to soothe a cognate's dissonance
for that interest-rooted self.
.
Our Republic is at peril!
All our credos live in threat!
Our Constitution's promise
is despoiled in sad neglect...
but not the way "Tea-baggers" mean
provoked by butt-hurt "pride,"
where "Christian," they'd impose their "will"
... on your's and mine! Denied!!!
.
...See, they support the makers
of immoral crooked systems
and so sip the neo-Kool-Aid as required!
They gladly voted thrice
to juice this current clutch of psychos!
They "covered up" for fascist thieves and liars.
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So? Quit whining you "don't understand,"
or at best, I'm too "loquacious"?
That I "dance around the point" too much?
That I'm "pretentious" or "audacious"?
Well...It just may be I bounce around
and mimic... real life!
Revealed! Life denies you "linear"...
then it cuts just like a knife...
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No, we both know what the problem is...
no point in playing dumb.
The future? It makes your blood run cold,
and you're lacking "stone," on sum.
You lack "imagination," you deny yourself, I fear,
an essence of humanity
that's yours alone... and near!
.
Besides...
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I'd say what I'm provoked to say...
It's a finger in your eye?
...Why I work to make it pretty...
or more injury, IS WHY!
Immune, myself, to insult
or insipidous critique?
Discover I get meaner when I'm sneered at...
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I get piqued...
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See... your "lack of understanding"
is convenient, mere pretentiousness!
Your understanding's obvious!
You possess required sentience!
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...So, I won't reward your ignorance!
I won't validate your claims!
I won't confirm your "certitude"!
I won't countenance your "games"!
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Dare call me ostentatious!
That *inflation* you perceive?
It's packed with eager muscle of alert solidity!
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See, I'd produce what you would read...
improve us both thereby,
words of "use" in metered time...
it's how one soars and flies!
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...Don't "understand"? Oh yes... you do!
You're getting every word!
You know exactly what I'm saying!
To say you don't's absurd.
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Too, I won't respect your "feelings";
They impose, they suffocate!
We're returned to "ages dark"
escaped, once, as our fate!
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I report "unevenness."
I abhor a lack of sentience.
I point out infidelity.
I am counseled by my conscience.
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See? You're not so freakin' "blameless"...
if neither, friend, am I.
Psychopathic "patriots"
have usurped our reasons, why.
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I find these types revolting.
I'm provoked to speak my mind...
or I become what I'd abhor...
to validate their kind!
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...I'll write what keeps my button pushed
—show some of what I need—
a place to study stuff I find
to bring me up to speed.
A place to lay a tired brow
that's clean and fresh and right.
An engagement of my faculties
that's mine alone: my muse's light!
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...An unpolluted "meadow,"
clean rivers rife with "fish,"
there's finding there are other ways
to be successful—rich!
It's receiving... due respect
from those one keeps afloat,
and suffer, not, their sneers... derision—
or failing while these gloat!
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...Happy satisfaction (?) or despair in your distraction
as they milk your gelded glands for what they have!
...And you'll do without a piss break,
so you won't have much to drink,
and your wounds will see no medicine or salve.
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And while you're shorted on the front-end
your *specific* contract pay?
You're shorted on the back end
to erode your health away!
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...They FAN "detested" gonads (!),
then, to sell their toxic "soaps,"
decrying sex—which happens!—
as the "wage of Satan's joke."
...And they're the ones so teasing (!),
as they rub it in your face!
...And them the ones you're pleasing
when you buy into your own disgrace!
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...Why... we're taught to keep sex dirty—
a "forbidden" price is high!
If sex was honored ... natural (?)—
the "price" goes down, is why!
I digress, but the same with "drugs,"
the war on which has failed...
except to feed "slave labor camps"
of persons thrown in jails...
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A "tease" regarding UFO's is wall to wall TV!
They're in our papers/magazines—
displayed for all to see.
Festooned with woo-woo music,
and a digitized effect,
we're jerked beyond credulity,
so the facts lose their respect!
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The mainstream keeps its distance,
and our NASA stays aloof!
They won't go on our pod-casts friend!
They won't discuss the truth.
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They're not open and forthcoming,
and it's said these might conspire
with the forces of "convenience"
who would keep us from...
our heart's desire!
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Why ...It could mean that we're autonomous,
and too strong to be assailed—
on the lip of newer wonders
that some *Star-folk* might detail?
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It could simply mean there's star-folk,
and a lot of them... out "there."
We've discounted Drake's equation
Let sleeping dogs alone, we whined
(but out of cruel convenience)...
...Our lives betrayed to futures
that exclude our craft and genius...
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...Anything is possible
given surface, space, and time.
Even pieces such as this:
a sincerity in rhyme.
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See? We make these "strained presumptions"
naught but castles in the air,
to deny the watching Starfolk
who have always hovered there!
From time beyond recording,
they have haunted Human skies.
Have they made some vast recording
of our litany of lies?
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They'll play it for us soon, perhaps,
then wait for quick denial.
When crying's done we'll find, I'll bet,
comeuppance's clean and final.
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The future that we *planned*
is surely gone, I am assured,
but the future that replaces it?
It is greater, to be sure!
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Yes! That future I've portended
can be seen and not pretended,
and the satisfactions gained will awe-inspire!
We will live beyond pretensions,
and ignore our crass "distinctions"
as we build on firmer ground
than what we now know was conspired!
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...We will build upon new ethics
in a wealth of new eclectics—
that we did not know abundant in our fog.
...And we'll find that our behavior's
more inclusive—it's our SAVIOR—
while defeatists see their errors in our past, or not at all!
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C'mon up and fill your bucket
with the facts you haven't chewed yet,
and don't worry that it's tasting much like crow—
it may taste a little poorer
'fore you finish what needs chewing,
but then tasting, far, far better than you know!
- lehmberg2002@gmail.com
- http://www.alienview.net/
I would soar and cleave. Lose a hand to belligerently or mendaciously restrain me. Poke me and pull back a painful nub. Prick me, and the pricker will bleed. "Lack of understanding" is not an accepted default excuse. I will eat you, saltless.
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