I been hearin' a lot about what they want, what they need, all these archaic fears and an endless greed. Their focus on the outcomes mindless of the incomes, relentless need to manufacture the future from a past that didn't exist, hey man your 1950's weren't the greatest! As the world burns hotter, they cry for life while pissin' in the water. And as the smoke rises the flames will follow. But this falls on ears so deaf they don't remember the sound of truth. I stand in front of this maniacal reality distortion machine and say not here, not now, not ever. But the shouts are hollow, they echo in the fodder, and fall to the floor. So I think more.
Its all so hazy, all of us stuck in the mud, we stir and question as we stand on scorched earth. The forums are shifting, the quicksand is pulling, we spin and turn and we feel ourselves shaking. We sit and stew, watching the fast-motion horror unfold, helpless and going cold. Lights out, that's it, not bold. A beautiful poem slayed with a curse, this Living Will put in reverse. Maniacal reality distortion 2xed if we let it bury us too.
But now, we are looking at you. Those in the middle, the in-betweeners, the busy meme screeners, ones ignoring realities as they chew off extremities. Even the Ostrich has its head up now, and your buried balls deep at the sporting goods store? Buying pads for Sally or Joe, driving all over town while quoting shared shill. And as the future rolls right out the door, you ask where the mouthguards are, and you stare at your screen and keep begging for more. Maybe its time to turn off that noise and slam your foot in the goddamn door.
I held my tongue until I bit through it. I did the work, I showed the grace of the whole Christian race, gave them my best smiling face. Thought it would pass, that this misinformation constipation of the mind will sometime, some way, fall from the shelf. Shame on me for being myself, silently telling me its alright, yeah now its New Vegas at the Gaza burn site. Digital lobotomy. Maniacal radical distortion colostomy. And the shit is runnin' so hard, so fast, it took my breath, froze me fast. But I smell the Spring in the air and the winds from our hearts are comin' to bear. No violence, just distilled rage. Don't give in to hate, but we're calling all the spades.
Now its our turn, this is our second wind, blowing off of this miserable exhale of dust and pretend. Stay tuned my friends. This is not the end, the circle turns and turns again.
~broomwatr