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A Quickie Rant

t'was the
altered book of Timothy
sans empathy for end of days
pouring Hennessy on asphalt and concrete
honoring friends and enemies alike
as lessons learned from the sojourn
where he mourned the unborn
the walking dead adorned in IZMs and acronyms
spreading mischief and acrimony
an unholy matrimony of disdain and distrust
discussed freely over the airwaves
sucking up much needed oxygen
asphyxiating moments of love
into museums of quaint memorabilia
uttering unsolicited phrases like
'hey,remember when we used to...'

...

yeahhhh

...

now we're
used to living on distant planets
reverting to tribalism as
the current form of survivalism
something old regurgitated as new-age
redundant...repugnant
gotta keep your repellant at the ready
remain calm...steady...
don't be too heady in the public square
cuz yo wordz might get lost in translation
as the grand {we} transition into the age of Aquarius
where the illumination of truth
lay helplessly subjected to various
shades of interpretation

heh...go figure