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Insider traitors
Still trading our lives away
Charging us more
For the right
To go work all day
Mother
I wonder
How could you not smother me
Shrieking for twenty plus years
Out of infancy
Violently
Lashing out
My insecurity
Clashing with
Crippling doubt
Nothing new to me
Felt all your rage
And your anguish
Get through to me
Clearly
More resonantly
Than didactic
Could ever successfully
Teach us
The tragic
Downfall of the love
That still lives in
Your son,
In the ghost of his father
Now comfortably numb
But in baring such burdens
Alone all these years
You kept sparing me from
Far more nightmarish fears
Through reminding
At times
To the tempests and maelstroms
Of mind
We are thrown
But our interlinked hearts
See our wayward souls
Home
Either you’re broken
Or broken right open
So let go
Of no stone unturned
Goes unspoken
And throw yourself
So unreservedly
Into
The passions
You bask in
To mask
What you’ve been through
We all do
Go onward
And reap what we sow
We all weep
In the withering wastelands
Of woe
With the infinite void
Of our sorrows
In tow
High and low
All the while
Stay searching,
Resisting
The often alluring
Submission
Insisting
We offer ourselves
To the last
Sweet escape
And instead
In the interim
Content create
Rather take culture
Than power
All day
But my counterclaims
Waging their wars
To the grave
To the say no more
Nemeses
Seek to enslave
Though if any
Among them
Demand I behave
It is not an enraged
Won’t go quietly
Cage
State of mind
I would seek to portray
For the slobbering, driveling
Man babies
Wave
Their unfurling economy
Banners
In flame
For some impulse control
Wholly lacking
Performance
Their victimized,
Histrionic
Self-endorsement
Is not how my dormant
Internalized
Torment
Awakens to its
Catastrophic
Disruption
Or floods the zone
With more
Amoral
Corruption
And words give way
To waves
Give way
To worlds
Give way to graves
And we are all together
Digging
Deeper
Living
In our caves
Just facing out across
The bluest
Of expanses
One could dream
But seldom looking
Back the other way
Unless upon a screen
Gatekeepers
Guarding
The access
To knowledge
And some
Greater evils
We had to abolish
Start shredding the news
I’m grieving today
You play not so great
Parts
In the heart
Of LA
And ablaze
Is encroaching
Where lives matter
Most
Where the homelessness spreads
Avocado on toast
And the host
Of the talk show
Or podcast
Awoken
Amassing
Vast fortune
Non-fungible token
A hope that delusions of grandeur
Sustain us
Oases of plentiful
Potencies
Tame us
Proclaim to us
All the solutions
Salvation,
That Satan himself
Is the PBS station
But all machinations
Of waning states’
Greatness
Must propagate
Some form of hate
To create this
Supremacy culture
War’s winning mentality
Dog eat dog
Alpha male’s
Failed nationality
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