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An odd
feathery down-
turn of newfound
dreaded funds was fortu-
nately worth more than what the hated Fur-
ry Rotund Honey Dew knew to be water fronting wooden draft-
y thunder dogs so worn and dandy that the Candy Man alone
could run like Daddy throwing deft redun-
dant forts around as if
the 14th Door
had come
unglued
revealing nothing but a fairy hut with 20 clown head toadies trending up-
ward where
the Theory Runes are read by nude defrauding dry
Mad Dorks who author notes defying the very turf
we've surfed so far today
and further on into the night that not
a single sole can say will end up swell in terms of Old Brown Shoe
repair.
Reporters swarmed, the rabid jackals,
around my house they made a big crowd,
even harassed my poor old mother
to the point she could barely go out.
I growled loud at more than a few,
got one locked up for trespassing,
thankfully they found other nonsense
and the frenzy wasn’t long-lasting.
But the damage had truly been done,
the internet will never forget,
I was practically a murderer,
commenters publicly wished me dead.
My love life soon faded to nothing,
barely went on two dates in three years,
more than one time, I'm ashamed to say,
I wondered why I remained here?
With people just judging by the group,
and my ‘group’ was my family ties,
condemned for things that I never did,
forever doomed to be despised.
Until one spring day this Christian girl
saw my profile and then swiped right.
I didn’t have high expectations,
but decided to go out that night.
Her name was Ester, when I saw her
I decided then on a new play,
told her about me, all right upfront,
then waited for what she would say.
She just smiled back, a knowing grin,
said,”I knew who you were from the start.
Had worries at first, then I recalled
the memories that plague my own heart.
“You see my father is a bad man,
used his fists and caused me to despair,
beat up my mother so very bad
she is forever bound to a chair.
“He is in jail now, for forty years,
but I am not to blame for his sins.
So who was I to disparage you?
I have no idea what lies within.
“No one should ever be held to blame
for something that's beyond their control.
I’m not my dad, and you’re no tyrant,
what you are I’d like to get to know.”
For the first time in so many months
I felt new hope spring up in my mind.
I’m Ester’s husband, seven years on,
no finer woman can you find.
We have two kids, a suburban house,
a big one with a three-car garage,
when media comes, I let her loose,
they go scurrying from the barrage.
I no longer worry all that much
about what other people say,
I am no killer, just a father,
so let the useless talking heads bray.
They all just see my evil grandpa,
and never truly will understand,
maybe I was born son of tyrants,
but I myself am a good man.
…and they will not take that from me.
My skin is frayed and torn,
my fingers raw and worn,
my skin is stretched like flesh too tight
on an aging, show-biz whore.
They say I have the skill,
I know I have the will,
but take my shot and all I hear
is laughter, high and shrill.
For fun they call you weak,
but scream loud if you preach,
in three minutes they’d tear on down
all that is dear to me.
They sell this bitter lie:
It’s better not to try.
Nonsense, I’ve got enough faith
not to buy that line.
Their secret now is out,
all they’ve got is being loud,
throw it back with enough force
and you can beat them down.
So I hammer away,
on this and every day,
in the end you’ll know my name
and they’ll just fade away.
Defeated as I stand on the shores of my voided mind.
Lost in the dark depths of this darkness, light impossible to find.
Picking up the pieces, I can no longer keep myself composed.
Cursed, it seems all good has always been opposed.
I’m nothing but barren, misbegotten.
Abhorrent behavior caused me to be forgotten.
Left alone to suffer, my fate is inconsequential.
Doom looming over, this crisis is now existential.
Dead I stand with no will to grow.
Behind my mask, the truth I won’t show.
I’ve grown numb, again I’m reeling.
Spiraling rapidly, eviscerate all feeling.
Memories eradicated.
Wretchedness allocated.
Fuel to ignite a lifetime of despair.
Contorted visions love to torment and scare.
Weighing me down, this unbearable gravity.
An eidolon, I’ve succumbed to insanity.
Rage festering within, battling with my own mortality.
Deranged thoughts begin, diminishing my mentality.
Spiraling down to my end of my rope, life is dissolving.
Lost all essence of hope, the abhorrence is absolving.
Manifesting my own demise.
I’ve become everything I despise.
Walking through life with no hope, no faith.
Walking through life, all I am is a wraith.
A ghoul, walking with nothing left to lose.
Living a life that is the definition of a ruse.
One day I was walking down the street,
and out of nowhere I got poop bombed.
By a strange looking bird, and I screamed
WTF! He could have at least said in coming,
watch out or look out! All I got was a smirk
and a flap of the wings! I thought to myself
this day couldn’t get any worse, but it did!
As I continued walking I stepped in a pile of
fresh dog poop and you guessed it I yelled
WTF again, the dog nor his owner was no-
where to be found, they both were missing
in action. Later on that day I filed a police
report because dog and owner needs to
be arrested not later but immediately.
So if you see someone yelling WTF
at the top of the lungs they probably
had a Sh%t encounter on that day!
05/30/2023
I think I'll open a tragedy club
where people can come to weep
I'll tell the saddest stories around
admission will be cheap
I'll call the venue Tragic Relief
where heartache is the norm
and "open mike night" amateurs
can mournfully perform
To be a standup tragedian
has been a lifelong dream
No longer caring to cry alone
I might even form a team
We'll bill ourselves as "Wailing & Tears"
and tour throughout the land
We'll have them bawling in the aisles
til they can hardly stand
They'll cry a mighty river
at our films from year to year
We'll throw in fresh cut onions
just to wring out every tear
Appearing at my club some time
to do a special show
the hottest new tragedians
will tell their tales of woe
No matter if your background is
from denim or fine silk
we'll gather round and cry all over
puddles of spilled milk
So take a break and come on down
and turn your joy to grief
Just keep your eyes peeled for the sign
that says Tragic Relief
The things they screamed at poor Laura
enraged Owen, and made his blood boil,
to harass a widow who’d lost everything…
Was there nothing left they would not spoil?
Owen saw a police car, on the corner,
the two officers keeping it all in sight,
free speech was free speech, they couldn’t interfere,
so Owen decided to take up the fight.
“You’re all damned fools, harassing this woman,
and you’re cause is insultingly dumb!
You think it’s ‘justice,’ ruining her day
Ooer a well-known piece of criminal scum!
“This was no child caught in the cross-fire,
Oo a fool kind who pushed his luck too far!
You’re defending a drug-dealer, think of that,
of all the lives he damaged and scarred!
“And on top of all of that damn nonsense,
you have the gall to come here to this place?
To terrify the wife your ‘hero’ widowed?
You’re an utter and absolute disgrace!”
Stunned silence fell across the whole crowd,
taken aback by the boldness he showed,
then came angry shouts, then insults and slurs,
Owen prepared himself for the blows.
But just then the two officers emerged,
and put themselves between him and the crowd.
“Anyone who fights we’ll be hauling away!
I’m ordering you all to disperse! Now!”
The crowd grumbled, still in a fighting mood,
but cooled when the cops tapped their Sigs,
they slowly dispersed, growling their rage,
shouting “racist,” and “fascist,” and “pig!”
Owen released a breath he’d been holding,
then went tense when the cop turn to him,
he was an older man, hair fringed with gray,
carved of iron from his forehead to chin.
He said,”I knew Laura’s husband, Cliff,
he was an honorable man, and brave.
When rumor said Laura was seeing you,
I though the grief had driven her insane.
“Maybe she’d broken from all the stress,
maybe she was depressed and down on her luck,
but after today...maybe I was wrong,
standing up for her sure took some guts.”
CONCLUDES IN PART III
I look out my window in Medford Oregon
at the unnaturally dark smoke-filled skies
Seems almost like the end of the world
Out here in the smoke-filled skies
Of the west
And realize that that the entire west coast
Is burning up
Quote the Donald,. "Give me clean, beautiful and healthy air - not the same old climate change (global warming) ********! I am tired of hearing this nonsense."
I consult the Donald for further wisdom and advice
and find that this is what he had to say
. "Well, I think the climate change is just a very, very expensive form of tax. A lot of people are making a lot of money. I know much about climate change. I'd be—received environmental awards. And I often joke that this is done for the benefit of China. Obviously, I joke. But this is done for the benefit of China, because China does not do anything to help climate change. They burn everything you could burn; they couldn't care less. They have very—you know, their standards are nothing. But they—in the meantime, they can undercut us on price. So, it's very hard on our business."
Ah it all makes sense
Climate change is a Chinese hoax
So, they can destroy the US economy
Thanks to our dear great leader’s wisdom
I am relieved
And realize that it will all be alright
If I just follow the wisdom
Of our dear leader
Musical nonsense – purging thoughts
Songs of the heart fill the notes on the sheet
Black upon white in the fanciest lace
Strings out of tune to the places they meet
Melodies wane in the moments we trace
Choruses christened in sweet water glow
Ring through the valleys while villagers sleep
Echoes of remnants the masses did know
Following tears in the music they weep
Bass beats now driving, the wind at the wheel
Harmonic detours turn lyrics around
Lost with a map folded twice to conceal
Any direction a bridge can be found
Violins float on a cloud made of rain
Drifting through caverns much deeper it seems
Piccolos run past the chord dangled pain
Wondering what has become of their dreams
Symphonic whispers of volumes too high
Scream in the night by the light of the moon
Dancing with shadows that soon wander by
Curious why this is so out of tune
Still here I sit on a bench made of pine
Pencil in hand and a page it does greet
Playing these keys hoping but to remind
Songs of the heart fill the notes on the sheet
Don't ask me.
Never let anyone binge
Their hate around--making you cringe
Do not listen to the hate
Because it is pure and straight
Nonsense coming from mouths so loud
As a group of the in crowd
Shows how stupid cruel can be
Their living in a fantasy
Thinking the hoop-la their creating
Is OK--but please keep waiting
For a time they'll start to fizzle
From all the love that we drizzle
On top of an earth that needs
All the sweetness to succeed
In our choice to realize
Bullies--no matter what size
can be brought down--falling fast
This harmfulness will not last
When strongly we can stand
Heart to heart it will be grand
To see a bully free place
Non hatred will be the grace
Accomplishing a simple task
Please answer this quest I ask