Poetry

This is the general category of fuckery that goes on and on and doesn’t seem interested in stopping.

  • Encourage riots

    What?

    Heh

    I mean

    When it’s both of us it’s not shocking

    Really, what else is going to work at this point?

    When you can’t afford something you need march out into the street and just scream

    Scream until you can’t scream anymore

    Like maybe it’s time some of us people who actually have something to scream about do

    Not at the workers

    Just scream at society for a bit

    Man,

    That would be disruptive

    Less disruptive than a riot though

    I need a speaker that connects to people’s brains

    Wake up

    Get up

    And start a riot now

    That was actually two different songs mashed together but, yeah, that works

    Just do it

    They’re not going to listen to decency

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  • What public figure do you disagree with the most?

    Nah

    All of them

    Because once they’re a public figure

    Once the money sinks in

    All it’s about is getting them and their friends more money

    It doesn’t matter who they are or where they come from

    They say power corrupts

    They don’t say anything about money

    No one seems to be actually fighting for the good of the planet once they reach a certain threshold

    I disagree with every public figure who sat through that let them eat cake wasteful monstrosity

    While they lay waste to a people elsewhere

    So tasteless

    And crude

    We have less humanity than we give ourselves credit for

    Everyone thinks they’ll be the good guy

    I’m almost afraid to be anything but poor

    Seeing how those who aren’t treat us

    We should be advancing on their castle

    We should be a working class mob coming to finally eat the same rich

    Living on borrowed time in this simulated peace

    Something has to give

    And at some point it won’t be us anymore.

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  • I love guitars

    The sound they make

    I love pianos too

    I love getting to know an instrument through an artist to the point I can recognise their instrument in the wild

    I used to know Lindsay Stirling’s violin like that

    I love violins too

    Maybe it’s just things with strings

    Oh so many strings

    None of them attached to anything

    I lament

    But guitars

    When they scream

    Maybe I should marry the persons who invented instruments

    In the afterlife, obviously

    Maybe everyone’s married to everyone in the afterlife

    One big happy existence

    But guitars

    Damn

    I swear I get better feelings from listening to a guitar singing its melody than sex

    Dance music had its place but give me a guitar solo any day

    Guitar solo please

    I should go ask sir blue flame to make a guitar solo

    Sir, I demand your guitars have a solo

    The sexy beasts

    There

    I’m not good at words

    I’m only good at words

    There is a fucking duck

    Somewhere

    I do not live in duck land

    Speaking of strange occurences

    My weed dealer came in for shorts today

    🤯

    Guitars

    No, see, you tell me to slow down

    That fucking baby music where it was Frere Jacques except horrible and it played for AN HOUR at full volume

    There is no slow down

    Only think at 500 miles an hour

    I love babies

    Baby music overwhelms and overstimulates me

    I doubt it’s nearly as good for them as they pretend it is either

    Nonsensical prattle

    Much like my writing but I don’t go out and yell my writing at people in stores.

    Though that may get me some attention

    I wish people still did guitar solos

    I suppose I should go eat the first meal I’ve had in over 24 hours

    Chus

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  • Poor

    It has this almost disgusting double meaning

    Poor as in you’re without money

    And poor as in poor so and so fell in the lava pit

    RIL

    But the way the words are used

    When you’re talking about a poor person often the topic becomes how they either made themselves be poor, deserve it, or both

    In a derogatory manner, yeah?

    Meanwhile the other shows compassion

    Shouldn’t that be a hint that one deserves such a thing when instead of being “poor them”, they are poor?

    Someone at some time saw poor as being pitiful

    You pity them

    In a way

    Pity rather cheapens the intention of a poor them feeling

    But that’s what it is

    I guess the thing they both often have in common is the speaker’s lack of interest in actually making said pitiful person less pitiful

    Not to discount the untold who have helped any person in need

    Just this majority

    The invisible demon

    Had to agree that the COVID vaccine was deadly today for my safety

    Alone in a taxi

    With a man

    Poor me

    Who is also poor

    Words

    I think too much

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  • So support for the liberals is waning

    And like many elections the hope for not having my rights taken away

    Rests on the NDP

    The unproven federal party whose provincial name sakes have failed every time they get in

    A party that never fails to compromise in favour of a rich person

    Just the same party dressed three different ways

    Three different ways that all, at their centre, are the same powerhouse of rich people getting richer

    What’s the point?

    I don’t want any of them in charge

    Throw this mess in the garbage and start over

    Democracy works locally not spread over thousands of kilometers

    But, then, there’s that South Park episode about the turd and the douche

    Who knows

    I think we should restart

    Rethink

    Rework

    Understand that we tried it and it’s just not working for us at this scale

    Thank you, and, goodbye

    I don’t know what I am

    But I know what isn’t working shouldn’t be forced to continue

    Except apparently my life

    But, you know

    I don’t have the answers

    But you don’t need to know the solution to know there’s a problem

    Don’t forget that

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  • Say anything

    Been saying anything

    For half a decade

    Damn

    Almost the entire length of my childhood

    In my adulthood

    Adulthood is strange

    Many childhoods fit in it

    Still saying anything

    Two

    Three

    Four

    Maybe I’ve just taken up your job of pining

    Maybe there has to be a certain number of pine-ers

    The bus played jet.mp3 instead of bus.mp3

    Loud

    Been trying to use the accessible bus

    It is often inaccessible

    In that it is not available due to being too busy with other people

    Ears are bugging

    Man,

    I just need transportation

    Life was not built for disabled people to live comfortably

    However it was built so that I’m constantly swimming against the current

    I’m not a damn salmon, you know?

    I be a fish

    But not that fish

    So hungry

    That on the bus and starving mood

    You don’t know that mood

    If you did it’s so far behind you the memory is probably sweet to you somehow

    I just

    How do I hope a silent wall is a good person?

    I can’t even believe people I know are good people in my bad moments

    But him

    Why, I wonder?

    I do not have the answer to that question at this time

    Right now

    The Sun is caressing the back of my head

    Do people really not feel him touching them?

    How do they not?

    I am more mystic than person at this point

    This endless solitary journey

    Hey Jesus you spent 40 days and 40 nights in the desert?

    6 years virtually always alone except the hours I’m a customer service servant

    You lightweight mother fucker

    Not sure why this is the sentence for failing epically at true love

    Ah well

    Epic faillery is my modus operandi

    Right?

    ね?

    Get it later then

    I’ve probably written the largest collection of useless words

    Take that JK Rowling

    Take that Josh

    It’s a competition you see

    To the bottom I guess

    And this we’ll write

    Sing sing singing it back

    Pour l’éternité

    でしょう?

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