TDS is certainly real
And has with the fervor of newfound religion
Captured the hearts and minds of millions
Actually hundreds of millions.
But the good news is it’s curable,
And all that requires is disconnecting
From the mainstream fake news media
And hyper biased, self-censored
Social media streams
For just a season or two.
Call it going cold turkey, but give it a few
And see what a clear head is like
As you quietly just walk away
And get on with your life…
(10/10/25)
(“Pantheism Merit Badge”, 2011, original oil)
People come in all shapes and sizes
But in my experience
There are basically only two types;
Sheep and goats.
Now everyone knows
Sheep go to heaven and goats go to hell,
But pretty much you are what you are
And can only pretend otherwise for so long.
Of course the heaven of sheep
Is nothing more than a nice green pasture
Fenced in and patrolled by a big dog
While the hell of a goat
Is a rocky knoll, with a nice view
And no body to disturb him.
I don’t know about you, but I’ll take the rocky knoll
Without its vaccinations or public school indoctrination
Any day, and any way
Come hell or high water.
After all, I know how to climb and swim
And living free or dying
Isn’t a choice
But a statement of fact.
Now that I think of it
I can understand where the sheep are coming from
And that safe little pasture down there
Sure looks nice,
But wait, isn’t that the mobile slaughter truck
Coming up their drive now…
(10/4/25)
When you enable criminals
They will only criminal more.
Everyone’s a victim
Within their own mind if stunted
At an infant level of development,
And in a world that craves equality
But has unequal crime,
Infant mentalities are encouraged
Well past childhood.
As I told my misbehaving grandson recently
“If you don’t learn to control your temper
Society will control it for you
In a prison.”
That is of course
If you aren’t part of the enabled demographic
Which just learns to criminal more.
(10/3/25)
(“Splendid Isolation Merit Badge”, 2010, original oil)
Not My Battle
It’s not my battle
Not my hill to die on
Or claim as king.
I’d rather just sit peacefully
On some lonely mountain
Enjoying the sounds of silence.
Sure I can see the dust rise
And hear occasional horns blow
Of the little battles raging far below.
But it’s not my battle
Nor hill to die on,
At least not on this fine day…
(8/9/25)
Everyone believes the news
Until it's all disproved
In some dramatic fashion
When the headlines cash in
Everyone tells their family
Their family tells their friends
It doesn't matter what direction
The story comes to in the end
Forge a brand new enemy
Force hatred upon me
Exterminate the likes
We won't have better lives
"Truth" born out of rumors
Rumors borne with fantasy
Taken by the big names
Taken in by you and me
Fact killed by belief
Kills somebody's dream
Why do we let this happen?
Lying here on a mattress
Writing, "Everyone believes the news..."
In my humble experience I’ve found
The average individual is smarter
Than the average group
But the average group is stronger
Than the average individual
And so the group will always get its way
But the individual can usually figure out
How to stay free
(3/28/24)
Welcome to my Snowflake life
Where I know what's right is right
Children belong with their parents
Not in cages with ICE agents
Welcome to my Libtard life
Where I know whats right is right
If they lived here since childhood
Then here's their home, their "Neighborhood"
Welcome to my human life
Where I know what's right is right
You may feel we owe nothing
I say leastly understanding
Welcome to my 'Merican life
Where I'm taught what's right is right
When I hear HIM, I cringe and say
"He aint right, he cannot stay"
The Letter
I sent a letter to
Lady Karma
And that Blind
Lady Justice . . .
Hopefully they
Will wake the "F" up
And do their appointed jobs.
I wrote this letter
With my sharpened quill
Of consciousness,
Compassion,
Empathy,
And need
The ink was a special mixture
Of tears,
And of blood
I expressed the pain
We as a humanity
Are collectively suffering
By the hands of the few
Who think selfishly
Only about and in their
Grand delusions
And from the cortex
Of their
“God Complex”
This letter
Was the hardest write
I have ever done,
For I had fears,
Pain,
Exasperations
And frustrations
Because
I doubt
If anyone would
Read it
But . . .
Just the same
In the name
Of all that is Holy
I penned these words
With an absurd belief
That it would make
A difference
The Letter
© 10 december 2018 : william s. peters, sr.
www.iamjustbill.com
I just heard that Donald Trump
Is making Pink Floyd pay for the wall
They're the ones that built it
Seems only fair after all
you see, he grabs what he can get
that bearded fellow in the sky
because its the future and we forget
for what once people gave their life
everyone seems to forget
the bible was a book of philosophy
changed in the past for illiterate peasants
but it still carries the same meaning along
remember the cruisades?
i see those who hold their ground despite
the people poking holes in religious logic
i never do so,
because those holes are wounds in a past societys body
take away religion, you take away whole civilizations.
though i am not religious i have come to understand
that people should just get used to it.
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