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 pending  
destruction
                of 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  
 
their devilish playground-

a tactical environment,
     lulling its prey  
       channeling coercion
 by hypnotic melody  
 of the siren's song  

reels each vessel in  
                further down the  
rabit hole  
maleficent in descent  
merely hovering
rock bottom  
   
the belly of the beast  
condemning each kill within  
                  silken cocoons
speckling
a black widows web  
 
exoticism in arms, opulent warriors
emerging underneath  
the  
glowing moodlights  
scour their feeding grounds,  
   prowling for the perverse  

               draped in  
nearly  
negligible  
cuts of fabric
atop 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
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