So: thinker, “personality” and actor
are looking for a drink.
If two of them are trailers, one’s a tractor.
“Nice counter-top. Real zinc?”
“Don’t ask them stuff. They memorise words
of better men, to spout ’em!”
“And his type feels the need to gather herds
of sycophants about ’em.”
“There’s zinc in every human enzyme. Fact.”
“An enzyme? Qu’est-ce que c’est?”
“A catalyst which helps your gut react
a thousand times a day.”
Creators are the only ones who matter,
just them and only them.
Who grows, can know: who knows can grow (and scatter):
the human apothegm.
“The path from easy living? Slow decline
to reach death valley days.”
“Misfortunes? They’re all relative, and mine
are slight. I’m not from Grays!”
Who hasn’t done his share of Boogie Nights?
All wassail hours are zeros.
Two-thirds of humankind are parasites:
where should we look for heroes?
We have a thing now, called celebrity
that’s not the same as fame:
whatever ape forsakes the tree
can make himself a name.
The world, for entertainment, craves a schism
(Max Baer against Joe Louis):
but who foresaw the Queen of Capitalism
would be a Russian Jewess?
All at once it dawned on me
that Trump’s MAGA philosophy
is very Ayn Rand-ish (without all her sharp edges)
~ One reason he’s hated by socialistic progressives
I’m an influencer, ex TV
You’re bound to know if you see me
I married a singer, famous she was
But she ditched me, is that her loss?
I pronounce the truth covered in lies
There’s no subject I can’t sensationalise
I wave my arms claim to speak the truth
Rant and rave, like a movie spoof
I spread theories of conspiracy.
Talk about subjects, no interest to me
My ratings skyrocket, the blind tag along
I’m always right, you’re always wrong
I’m bland Jack, fountain of knowledge
I talk like an urchin, never been to college
But doesn’t matter, you hang on my words
I’ve had to scream blogs no better than turds
I’m famous around six million views
Followed by the unlit rams and ewes
David Cox 01/02/23
did run down dark hall
he heard corona flu call
landed on rand paul
Jim Horn
Rand Paul
Many battles have you fought
Please do not let Corona make you fall
During these times you will be in our thoughts
For liberty you stand
Good luck Rand.
Don't scream about equality.
Life's unfair, that's reality.
Just do the very best you can
to be a truly worthy man.
Productive work and mind said Marx,
beget the humanizing sparks.
Self-worth and self-respect, said Rand,
can make for ouselves a better land!
bOBBY rAND TRACK THE SHOES FIT
Bobby runs track, if the shoe fits wear it?
3/14/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2018
Rand Paul
why no one has voted for him at all
is beyond our conjecture
until you are unfortunate enough to go hear him lecture.
Rand Paul
no one has voted for him at all
back in Kentucky
they're asking why couldn't we have been so lucky.
Skin cancer and Ayn Rand
So another sunny day is sinking into the sea I sat in the sun
for a while but it got too hot I do not understand people who
sit for hours in the sun, hot and painful just to get a tan.
I get a tan in the summer this by riding mine
bike around for an hour or so, only lately with advancing years
I easily tires and having had skin cancer I’m careful.
In January,I collapsed, ambulance sirens and so on; I was dying,
too stupid to notice as death is banal. Elderliness is an affliction
that is depressing, the loss of power, when steps
in the hall are obstacles, negotiations of the will, this sounded
like Ayn Rand whose teaching is the antithesis of a just society,
it worth noticing the rich think she is a goddess their inhumanity
have a philosophical point. Ayn Rand died in a madhouse.
I have no political ambitions, but I do believe in quality for all people,
I regret to say it is only just for some people.
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