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extracting guidance from a forgotten monologue
extracting guidance from a forgotten monologue:
the younger siblings' perilous plight amongst covid ops and the public resource bandit
ft lee harvey oswald
hear yee, hear yee
don't breathe over here
please
yeet yeet, brother
better count
that six feet
over;
unless you'd rather
that six feet
under;
or perhaps
just stay
that six feet under
the cover of your own roof;
as
the horsemen of the
public health and safety
militia
implore
lockdown
24-36 hours a day
bordering boundaries
of home incarceration
through passive implementation
of controlled movement
so
if you breathe within
36 inches
of the bassinet you've rested your
napping infant inside of;
it's tainted, high risk, a hazard
to
your
fellow (senior) citizens-
throw it away, the garbage truck
will
arrive promptly
on thursday
the tribe has spoken,
your infant is the weakest link; good bye
and good day
xoxo
with lots of love
sincerely
your best friend, always
the president and savior;
mr. martial trump, the oogie boogie rump slayaaa
making america great again;
one economically devastating executive order at a time
no precautionary measure is too preemptively judged
nor action too rash
in the fight for our freedom
to be free of
(foreign)
terrorism;
we'd pummel with poise
through the most treacherous trenches, painting over pricetags
hanging from barrels of
petroleum
with the birds of bob ross guiding
brush strokes of acrylics blended by blood
sustainably sourced from our citizens
here,
from their citizens
there,
anyone, anywhere, we're all
laden with madness
and medical diagnosis
together in here
weeping into a cold bowl of
porridge
poorly warmed by the
extending of
perceived fire and
brimstone
reaching through the crevices of the
structure's
kentucky limestone
foundation
secrets encased by organic materials
reinforce integrity
that upholds
our house of
the rising
sun
gathering tattered scraps
of
names drawn from
an illusionist's hat
crying
out to those competitors
drafted
into these historically revered
olympic charades
hovering clouds
purposefully casting
a statuesque shadow
deceptive and vain
veiling
truth
of sought objective
misleading to
manipulate for
extortion of
the vulnerabilities shallowly
buried
within the core of economic struggle
patriotism rooted in sacrifice
so long as
no resourceful networth is offered at the altar
anything to protect the freedom,
liberties,
and constitutional rights
of the
american people
so long as they don't
exercise
their right to
exercise
these freedoms
-in groups of more than 10;
-going the wrong direction in Wal-Mart aisles;
-after 830pm;
-within 6 feet of your mom, a dog, the bathroom, a new box of tampons you're checking out to purchase, your social security card, or your own genitals;
-without a facemask covering at least enough of your vulnerable respiratory bubble that you'll be unidentifiable by security cameras and police after robbing the icecream truck in cardinal valley;
-inside the structure of a small business who's owners have been government-dictated to sit idly by, and observe the fruits of their dedication and hard work dissipate alongside their livelihood and stability.
free peoples
of
our non-spherical, flat-earth
the
who has condemned public breathing
spaces
as well as
engaging in intimate contact with the fourth kind
the w.h.o.
world
health
organization
wait,
WHO?
MIKE JONES.
Furthermore;
Dr. Jones and his indentured researchers working with the C-D-C-DEEZnutz,
have been carefully
analyzing,
correlating,
mapping,
these findings,
and upon final conclusion, have determined that
closing borders reduces the threat of harmful aliens
however, the atmosphere is a vulnerable
backdoor
to potentially assisting a stealth invasion
satellites travelling abroad, visiting vast coordinates of inherently risky territory
may no longer
stand any closer than
68900km
apart
from each other, alien life form, or our susceptible planet
scene two, take forty-two: entering
the age of
interrupted antenna communication trajectory
disrupted
dialogue of transmissions failing
technological regression dawning a new "word of mouth"
era
but mouths must speakeasy
for
a bet in roulette placed on red
outline odds of
1:1 probability
big brother is eavesdropping
"your younger siblings' lives matter"
a fervid proclamation
vivaciously chanted
and howled
invoking the emancipation
absolving indoctrination
trailing sounds scatter about from
hillside to hillside
and
as it reverberates through
the valley of the illumination of life
it shall not fear into silence
this proclamation, profoundly imperative in nature,
yet found
unfounded
absurd
parasitic
a declaration mommy
stamps
sealed
shut
with the
shape of quotation marks formed from
the corners of her lips
sweet mommy dearest,
always a way to sway wayside, to make your
escape,
narrowly, however
still unscathed
an absence prone
to enabling
big brother and his
daunting
filibustering tactics,
a
calculated equation for infringing upon
us younger siblings' time
to assert our case
is that fated to be
all we'll achieve
here-
left
solemnly drifting
in synchronicity
amid the ebb and flow
of a slow
leak
in the social conditioning-
"we the people"
expelling
an abundance
of
such concerningly
corrosive
elements;
corrosive
when pressed flesh to flesh
with the human body
or
corrosive
when pressed opposition to status quo with the governing body
the elements
in question, put under a microscope, illuminated;
have
nearly culminated,
already
catalyzed the germination,
nested roots
for
peeking sprouts
slowly blossoming whispers of
uninhibited
thought
the beginning stages entail minute
disintegration
of infrastructure,
while generating
small perforations in the chassis
"we the people"
fear not the frightening illusions propagated by
concealed intent
of
malice and deception;
taking a brillo pad to scrape the wrinkles from your own brain would be undue
action;
cleansing is elementary once
you've attuned the ideal
frequency
there is
no
seeking shelter or refuge
there is
no
evading the impending
destructive
reconstruction
soon to assume it's revolutionary
position
firmly stabilized and erected in the
wake of
staying woke
enough to wake
an unhinged
tidal wave of unanswered questions
were we
ever
boarded up in imprisonment, or
merely shaded by,
mostly jaded by,
the overcasting authority of big brother's silhouette from the edge of
the playground,
an unmoving, mighty structure concealing any vitality emitted from the sun's warmth
as if we're here to party like it's
9/11/01,
big brother
portraying a towering
recapitulation
jet fuel
can't produce
vitamin d
no
vitamin
D
says big brother
standing
witness to transmutation of strategized new-wave desecration
sunshine sanctioning
interchangeably
social dick-stancing,
d-d-d-debilitated and oppressed
by means of
constraint and duress
boasting an arsenal, stockpiled;
AR's, and threats
of unconstitutional
restraint and arrest
anxiety never looked as lovely
in that sundress, or are you only wearing
your sunday's best,
well-polished
unrequited
draped in designer-brand ambivalence
in search of
a disciple
willing to stepforth
and present any
insight or
shred of
a detail,
to relay
the
ominous, inexplicable
illumi-knowledge
having
been bestowed upon
thee
though one may feel compelled to
harbor
and safeguard
unethically classified
information
unknowingly campaigning
a
formidable agenda
ensnared
by our comfort and trust
brainwashed
to willingly trade our
civil
liberty
for the invasive implementation
of
mass manipulation
brilliantly disguised under the facade
of
national
security
circa 9/11/01
covid-911
or covid ops
no
wait,
we meant,
covert
ops
in the patriot act format
only please
double spaced, a work-cited page
"we the people"
demand definitive
and forthright
answers
spiritually guided in seeking truth
as to whether or not
yee ole government,
has revealed any plan
for motion forward-
have they began to showcase
an exhibition of fluidity
in
braving the ever-so fleeting leadership position,
like guiding
the herd
dubiously trudging onward,
along the northwest passage,
arrival
upon the last great frontier
steadily afoot
wherein,
we learn
a caravan by any other
path
would still fall prey when dysentery plauged
so
how now corona-cow
art thou
starcommander
in chief
captain can you even read
we the people
demanding a potential,
or finite,
date
that they'll allow us
the freedom once more
to
unchain these iron links, cuffed together and wrapped tightly;
a savage imposition certainly
enveloping
the decaying doors of
our strip clubs
deemed non-essential in essence, but
essentially crucial
for seeding and breeding
while
feeding by misleading
the unapologetically
animalistic prospects
vampirical in bleeding the endangered sacred feminity
cursed clockwork of divination,
whose singsong cuckoo-cuckoos
tells tales of the witching hour
drawing near
serves the cue
for the masses;
assembling like high water
following downpour
during springtime
ready to flood the countryside
in a roaringly ambitious stampede
each
individual
glistening with a
starry-eyed
eagerness ascending from their brute naiveity,
anticipation on autopilot
maneuvering the rugged concourse
of a journey
lead by the lure
of estrogenic
gyrations
under the full moon
and shadow cover
of late-night entertainment hours,
a merry band of jezebel harlots
conduct the ceremonial
summoning
of
pretty-tittied stripper deities;
expression of gratitude and vows of reciprocity
exchanged
for the manifestation
of showering abundance
blessedly binded
and
officiated by the divine
booty bouncing goddesses
through the exhibition of
an ancient
make-it-raindance
this devilish playground,
a tactical environment
lulls its prey
by coercing a hypnotic
trance
with the insidious melody
of the siren's song
reeling their vessel in
further down the
rabit hole
a maleficent descent
to nestling
rock bottom
the belly of the beast
condemning each kill within
an impenetrable
silk cocoon
of a black widows web
opulent warriors of desire
and seduction
emerging underneath
the
glowing moodlights
scouring their feeding grounds,
prowling for the perverse
draped in
nearly
negligible
cuts of fabric
and the enchanting aesthetic
radiated
by
supple, smooth skin
bedazzled in the lumniscence
of
clublights
reflecting
from each angle
of the
precision
geometrical cuts
shaping
every
swarovski
adorning
their uniformed exposure
debauchery and dollar bills
rule
everything
around here
a-t, a-t-m, y'all
targeting the unprocessed emotions
and
unfulfilling marriages
plaguing
and disorienting
the sanctity of such
vulnerable,
fragile
masculinity
remember to always
drain the blood, and
drain the integrity
before beseiging the bank account
to pursue
the conquest of
the inquisitive mind
into the hands
of hustling harlots
bares with it a responsibility
to
the indemnity
of indigity
the younger siblings' perilous plight amongst covid ops and the public resource bandit
ft lee harvey oswald
hear yee, hear yee
don't breathe over here
please
yeet yeet, brother
better count
that six feet
over;
unless you'd rather
that six feet
under;
or perhaps
just stay
that six feet under
the cover of your own roof;
as
the horsemen of the
public health and safety
militia
implore
lockdown
24-36 hours a day
bordering boundaries
of home incarceration
through passive implementation
of controlled movement
so
if you breathe within
36 inches
of the bassinet you've rested your
napping infant inside of;
it's tainted, high risk, a hazard
to
your
fellow (senior) citizens-
throw it away, the garbage truck
will
arrive promptly
on thursday
the tribe has spoken,
your infant is the weakest link; good bye
and good day
xoxo
with lots of love
sincerely
your best friend, always
the president and savior;
mr. martial trump, the oogie boogie rump slayaaa
making america great again;
one economically devastating executive order at a time
no precautionary measure is too preemptively judged
nor action too rash
in the fight for our freedom
to be free of
(foreign)
terrorism;
we'd pummel with poise
through the most treacherous trenches, painting over pricetags
hanging from barrels of
petroleum
with the birds of bob ross guiding
brush strokes of acrylics blended by blood
sustainably sourced from our citizens
here,
from their citizens
there,
anyone, anywhere, we're all
laden with madness
and medical diagnosis
together in here
weeping into a cold bowl of
porridge
poorly warmed by the
extending of
perceived fire and
brimstone
reaching through the crevices of the
structure's
kentucky limestone
foundation
secrets encased by organic materials
reinforce integrity
that upholds
our house of
the rising
sun
gathering tattered scraps
of
names drawn from
an illusionist's hat
crying
out to those competitors
drafted
into these historically revered
olympic charades
hovering clouds
purposefully casting
a statuesque shadow
deceptive and vain
veiling
truth
of sought objective
misleading to
manipulate for
extortion of
the vulnerabilities shallowly
buried
within the core of economic struggle
patriotism rooted in sacrifice
so long as
no resourceful networth is offered at the altar
anything to protect the freedom,
liberties,
and constitutional rights
of the
american people
so long as they don't
exercise
their right to
exercise
these freedoms
-in groups of more than 10;
-going the wrong direction in Wal-Mart aisles;
-after 830pm;
-within 6 feet of your mom, a dog, the bathroom, a new box of tampons you're checking out to purchase, your social security card, or your own genitals;
-without a facemask covering at least enough of your vulnerable respiratory bubble that you'll be unidentifiable by security cameras and police after robbing the icecream truck in cardinal valley;
-inside the structure of a small business who's owners have been government-dictated to sit idly by, and observe the fruits of their dedication and hard work dissipate alongside their livelihood and stability.
free peoples
of
our non-spherical, flat-earth
the
who has condemned public breathing
spaces
as well as
engaging in intimate contact with the fourth kind
the w.h.o.
world
health
organization
wait,
WHO?
MIKE JONES.
Furthermore;
Dr. Jones and his indentured researchers working with the C-D-C-DEEZnutz,
have been carefully
analyzing,
correlating,
mapping,
these findings,
and upon final conclusion, have determined that
closing borders reduces the threat of harmful aliens
however, the atmosphere is a vulnerable
backdoor
to potentially assisting a stealth invasion
satellites travelling abroad, visiting vast coordinates of inherently risky territory
may no longer
stand any closer than
68900km
apart
from each other, alien life form, or our susceptible planet
scene two, take forty-two: entering
the age of
interrupted antenna communication trajectory
disrupted
dialogue of transmissions failing
technological regression dawning a new "word of mouth"
era
but mouths must speakeasy
for
a bet in roulette placed on red
outline odds of
1:1 probability
big brother is eavesdropping
"your younger siblings' lives matter"
a fervid proclamation
vivaciously chanted
and howled
invoking the emancipation
absolving indoctrination
trailing sounds scatter about from
hillside to hillside
and
as it reverberates through
the valley of the illumination of life
it shall not fear into silence
this proclamation, profoundly imperative in nature,
yet found
unfounded
absurd
parasitic
a declaration mommy
stamps
sealed
shut
with the
shape of quotation marks formed from
the corners of her lips
sweet mommy dearest,
always a way to sway wayside, to make your
escape,
narrowly, however
still unscathed
an absence prone
to enabling
big brother and his
daunting
filibustering tactics,
a
calculated equation for infringing upon
us younger siblings' time
to assert our case
is that fated to be
all we'll achieve
here-
left
solemnly drifting
in synchronicity
amid the ebb and flow
of a slow
leak
in the social conditioning-
"we the people"
expelling
an abundance
of
such concerningly
corrosive
elements;
corrosive
when pressed flesh to flesh
with the human body
or
corrosive
when pressed opposition to status quo with the governing body
the elements
in question, put under a microscope, illuminated;
have
nearly culminated,
already
catalyzed the germination,
nested roots
for
peeking sprouts
slowly blossoming whispers of
uninhibited
thought
the beginning stages entail minute
disintegration
of infrastructure,
while generating
small perforations in the chassis
"we the people"
fear not the frightening illusions propagated by
concealed intent
of
malice and deception;
taking a brillo pad to scrape the wrinkles from your own brain would be undue
action;
cleansing is elementary once
you've attuned the ideal
frequency
there is
no
seeking shelter or refuge
there is
no
evading the impending
destructive
reconstruction
soon to assume it's revolutionary
position
firmly stabilized and erected in the
wake of
staying woke
enough to wake
an unhinged
tidal wave of unanswered questions
were we
ever
boarded up in imprisonment, or
merely shaded by,
mostly jaded by,
the overcasting authority of big brother's silhouette from the edge of
the playground,
an unmoving, mighty structure concealing any vitality emitted from the sun's warmth
as if we're here to party like it's
9/11/01,
big brother
portraying a towering
recapitulation
jet fuel
can't produce
vitamin d
no
vitamin
D
says big brother
standing
witness to transmutation of strategized new-wave desecration
sunshine sanctioning
interchangeably
social dick-stancing,
d-d-d-debilitated and oppressed
by means of
constraint and duress
boasting an arsenal, stockpiled;
AR's, and threats
of unconstitutional
restraint and arrest
anxiety never looked as lovely
in that sundress, or are you only wearing
your sunday's best,
well-polished
unrequited
draped in designer-brand ambivalence
in search of
a disciple
willing to stepforth
and present any
insight or
shred of
a detail,
to relay
the
ominous, inexplicable
illumi-knowledge
having
been bestowed upon
thee
though one may feel compelled to
harbor
and safeguard
unethically classified
information
unknowingly campaigning
a
formidable agenda
ensnared
by our comfort and trust
brainwashed
to willingly trade our
civil
liberty
for the invasive implementation
of
mass manipulation
brilliantly disguised under the facade
of
national
security
circa 9/11/01
covid-911
or covid ops
no
wait,
we meant,
covert
ops
in the patriot act format
only please
double spaced, a work-cited page
"we the people"
demand definitive
and forthright
answers
spiritually guided in seeking truth
as to whether or not
yee ole government,
has revealed any plan
for motion forward-
have they began to showcase
an exhibition of fluidity
in
braving the ever-so fleeting leadership position,
like guiding
the herd
dubiously trudging onward,
along the northwest passage,
arrival
upon the last great frontier
steadily afoot
wherein,
we learn
a caravan by any other
path
would still fall prey when dysentery plauged
so
how now corona-cow
art thou
starcommander
in chief
captain can you even read
we the people
demanding a potential,
or finite,
date
that they'll allow us
the freedom once more
to
unchain these iron links, cuffed together and wrapped tightly;
a savage imposition certainly
enveloping
the decaying doors of
our strip clubs
deemed non-essential in essence, but
essentially crucial
for seeding and breeding
while
feeding by misleading
the unapologetically
animalistic prospects
vampirical in bleeding the endangered sacred feminity
cursed clockwork of divination,
whose singsong cuckoo-cuckoos
tells tales of the witching hour
drawing near
serves the cue
for the masses;
assembling like high water
following downpour
during springtime
ready to flood the countryside
in a roaringly ambitious stampede
each
individual
glistening with a
starry-eyed
eagerness ascending from their brute naiveity,
anticipation on autopilot
maneuvering the rugged concourse
of a journey
lead by the lure
of estrogenic
gyrations
under the full moon
and shadow cover
of late-night entertainment hours,
a merry band of jezebel harlots
conduct the ceremonial
summoning
of
pretty-tittied stripper deities;
expression of gratitude and vows of reciprocity
exchanged
for the manifestation
of showering abundance
blessedly binded
and
officiated by the divine
booty bouncing goddesses
through the exhibition of
an ancient
make-it-raindance
this devilish playground,
a tactical environment
lulls its prey
by coercing a hypnotic
trance
with the insidious melody
of the siren's song
reeling their vessel in
further down the
rabit hole
a maleficent descent
to nestling
rock bottom
the belly of the beast
condemning each kill within
an impenetrable
silk cocoon
of a black widows web
opulent warriors of desire
and seduction
emerging underneath
the
glowing moodlights
scouring their feeding grounds,
prowling for the perverse
draped in
nearly
negligible
cuts of fabric
and the enchanting aesthetic
radiated
by
supple, smooth skin
bedazzled in the lumniscence
of
clublights
reflecting
from each angle
of the
precision
geometrical cuts
shaping
every
swarovski
adorning
their uniformed exposure
debauchery and dollar bills
rule
everything
around here
a-t, a-t-m, y'all
targeting the unprocessed emotions
and
unfulfilling marriages
plaguing
and disorienting
the sanctity of such
vulnerable,
fragile
masculinity
remember to always
drain the blood, and
drain the integrity
before beseiging the bank account
to pursue
the conquest of
the inquisitive mind
into the hands
of hustling harlots
bares with it a responsibility
to
the indemnity
of indigity
Published 20th May 2020
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20th May 2020 3:55am
This frenzy never until the goverments/spooks want it to. Great poem. We all need human touch. Keep on writing.
