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Premium Member Alberta Texas Florida Covid

Anti-social behavior is a trait of intelligence in a world of conformists.
                                    ~Nikola Tesla

I've never been
To Alberta, Texas or Florida,
No, I haven't been
And I don't intend to go.

It's not Covid
That keeps me home
It seems that will be with us
Until Eternity comes.

It's a virus you know
And will mutate 
In dozens of ways,
Survival of the fittest...

I am an almost hermit,
I don't like most people
Except for Mom,
Of course.

I venture into town
Only when I have to,
Covid hasn't changed 
Me much at all!

Like Twain once said,
"The more I learn about people
The more I like my dog!"
In fact, all five of them,

And a couple of cats.


For: Alberta Texas Florida Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Joe Maverick
Form: Verse


Premium Member Be Who You Really Are

Takes the heart of a lion to express your genuine roar.
            How easy it is, to go along simply to please
            the crowd.
            Be all smiles and jokes, with daisies but no
            significant sound.
            Telling the truth, no way, you are to afraid to 
            be ignored.

            We go through life just once, there is no second chance.
            You can make the world better, it is so profoundly
            needed ……you know?
            Conformists just bow to the government’s
            evil taxes and blows.
            Brave up now, fear no man,joyfully do your
            Independence dance!


                                   6/22/2024
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member Madness Is a Luxary

The nascent mind is confused
By the chaos at birth
By the maddening way things happen
To acquire existence
Beyond comprehension
To see the first light
Unwrapping the discarded darkness.
 
The unsensed mind lies hidden 
As in the womb
Somewhere deep beyond perception
Maybe in the gene unseen and undefined
Covered by the fabricated layers of reason
Drowned in the indoctrinated norms of normalcy
And strangled by the senile tenets of tradition
All cascading down the generations
Take the mind through time
On a subservient journey conformists perform
Without any query or qualm.

Some who stand up against the tide
And refuse docile submission
Discover the mind born in confusion
And ask questions on life’s rationale
But find no answer
They tear the attire of life called normal
And rake up the mind disposed in disarray
They pay a price for the choice
For they pave pathways to travel alone
Build fragile homes to live forlorn
In the world they make of madness.

Those who can’t pay the price
Go back disowned and discarded 
As mindless entity
To the self-designed womb 
They feel secured
For those who can’t conform
Madness is a luxury
They can’t afford
And can’t pay the price for.

_______________

July 17, 2017
For A Brian Strand Premiere No. 1108

Premium Member Another One About Ants

I Drip Hot Sauce
All Around Where
They Come In...
Because That
Confuses 'Em
And Makes Them 
Go Insane.

A Few Get By,
And I Eliminate
'Em Forthwith.

I Want The Kitchen
To Have The Reputation
(For Ants) Of Where
Our Fellow Brothers
Went Insane.

And That's Horrific.

Because I Don't 
Really Care About
A Few Ants Very Much.

They Just Bother Me,
Because They Are
Autobot Conformists
Who Only Care About
THEIR Goals... And
Aren't My Enemy,
But Never Care At
All What I Need...

I Have To Be Selfish,
Or I'm Too Mean And
Depressed.

You Know. Grrr.

-Gray Squirrel

12-09-2025

King Pariah

I am but an outcast member
Misfortune led my reputation astray
Fake people led me to nowhere
So it's futile to prolong my days
If only I were more rich in hope?

I am a lion missing from its pride
Predatory dominance expelled me
Roars of strife that cut to the inside
Casted me out to the open where I'm free
I am more fierce than the break of dawn

I am an exemplary rebel of the millennium
Integrity, honour, and bravery is what I live by
To see conformists act as wrongdoers,
When it's total hypocrisy, for the time is nigh
A dawn of a new age awaits

Now I am a man more rich in hope
Pride and self-confidence absorbs me
So if you ever want to start a riot
And you want to be free
Better call King Pariah who will help you see

Track: Fall Out Boy - The Young Blood Chronicles


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