I’ve seen…. People keep so much, there is no room to live. 21st century life style, buying our lifestyles of glut, eating plastics in our fish. and child labor is OK. The wealthier you are, the weaker you grow.
Category Archives: Prose
A personal problem, a poem.
Some porn suggested, that I should give in to my desires…. I desire a higher purpose than merely being alive. My life matters! My death matters! What matters most Is the Fermi Paradox….
What would Captain America say?, Prose poetry.
….that Hydra has taken over, wearing make America great again…. ….black boys being gunned down sleeping on a couch…. ….or eating ice scream after a hard days work…. All in the name of America. Would he be cool with denying abortions, (women, back in the kitchen with ya, he, he!). Would he weep?
Naw, I’m not a Real Man…., a poem
Naw, this is not aconfession buta state of being. Can’t get withtakin’ women’s rightsto abortion, can’tget with facist power grabs. Can’t get witha population thatis willin’ to liveenslavedbecause youbringin’downthehumancondition. “Land of the free….”
Schrodinger’s Cat’s Revenge, a poem.
How dare thesehumans put me ina box, and declare my existence in a quantum state! Poisoning the planet, killin’ all the fish! How’s this fora thought problem: What happens when the Alpha predator kills all the food? Hit: I and the crows will dine onYou.
04.07.2021 – 01:10 AM
Another dark tea time of the soul…. I have been sick for 36 hours with diarrhea, unable to eat, and the only thing I’ve been able to sit on is a porcelain throne. But that’s not the bad part. The worse of it is that being idle allows mind to do painful, thoughtful examinations ofContinue reading “04.07.2021 – 01:10 AM”
The lines….a poem
Waiting in line, to be attacked by dogs, there barks and bites. The pain goes away and scares heal. The sun is hot, always getting hotter, people are arrested attempting to give us water. We brought canteens. The lines stretched down city blocks until next Tuesday, Originating from chapped blood hands Pickin’ fields of fluffyContinue reading “The lines….a poem”
Little Penises
“Violence is the last resort of the incompetent.” ~ Isaac Asimov A little man, kills Asians because of jealousy of there culture and race ….and that other little men told him it was OK to do so. Little people lie to themselves, distort history and kidnapped children at Southern at a border, showing their manhood.Continue reading “Little Penises”
Sorry, but I’m not that kind of sadomasochist….
Yes, yes!, I know, we look at those nudes in profiles, and forget the print. Yes! I love being tied down, but I am never powerless. I submit, bottom, manwwhore for the pleasure of It. But I don’t like the pain of my dis-spirited soul, knowing any I sleep with are likely not my soul-mateContinue reading “Sorry, but I’m not that kind of sadomasochist….”
Essential Worker, a poem.
We….. ….get up before dawn, eat, shower and take mass transit to work, if we are lucky…. We…. cannot work in the safety of our homes, Working for the minimum wage. No hazard pay or wealth incentives or federal/state support, always exposed to Covid_19. We could die leaving our families and estates poorer for patriotism?Continue reading “Essential Worker, a poem.”
Liferaft in the Abyss 