Ideology is like the Postal Service,
It always delivers a little late
But keep shoving your morals
Down everyone's throats;
Social media astronauts,
Aimed at the moon
Wish in one hand
And hold a body bag with the other,
I bet I know which one
Will fill up first
Sitting comfortably on couches,
As we ***** about life's convenience
Baring teeth at each stray dog
Who sniffs our monogrammed bowl
"Back up buddy! that one-
Is clearly labeled with my name-
Luce Goose the Spruce Moose II"
Tell me again that everyone is wrong,
And you're the only right
I think you turned left
Parking your van between Delusion Ave-
And the corner of "yeah right"
What we want,
What we don't,
And what we get,
Are three separate roads
And you have to travel each one twice
Before you got a ******* clue
Part of Thomas W. Case's "Tom Waits" poetry challenge. This poem is inspired by Tom Waits song 'Hell Broke Luce'. The song entails the long and pain deployment of a Soldier who just wants to get back to being a chef and sitting on his porch. But like most people that want quiet, he is bombarded (literally) by idiocy and tragic events. The song makes me think of an old Shinto proverb - Fight justly for just causes. Combine that with Roosevelt's - Speak softly and carry a big stick. The end result is make sure you are undertaking an endeavor that is right, that you are limiting collateral damage, and that you are taking actual action. Stop shouting on Facebook and go hold a sign if you want change. Memes don't lead to shifts in policy.