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