Pathological Liars, support buyers
Worthless medals on their chests
JP Morgan's Hand-puppet speaks:

They have you screaming, yea or nay
With their hands making your heart strings dance
As you throw your soul at the Golden Calf

Your fingers are on your phone screen
While their fingers are on the trigger
Trusting in your pin-pointed amnesia

Twenty-five times that badge takes your life
While you get 25-to-life for vending plants
Have you seen this backwards plan?

The Government among us is as skewed
As the lines in

Slayla May 10

I'm not impressed,
Nor am I interested,
But you've got a lot riding on your social image.
And a cushion of sheep to pad your fall
From the platform you’re a mogul of.
Your only talent comes from
Your access to the media.
You're a master at emulating
What is currently trending,
Checking your connections
While your posting is pending.
But your connection is lost to the rest of the world
Hiding behind a profile so intricately purled.
Stitched up like a millennial Frankenstein
Comprised of all the shit that you like online.
But where is your mind
Amidst all of the lies?
When the hype dies down will you continue the grind
For what your fans once pined?
Mercury-Pluto trine,
And I'm still tryna
Figure out why you're so disinclined
And disengaged from all mankind.
I once read in a book, "if you can't beat them, join in,"
As if I'd ever be anything like you or your friends.
All these social implications
Of how I should be behaving,
The recreational sports that I should be partaking.
I'm getting fed up with myself
As well as everyone else,
When trying to be different is the message we sell.
But not different like that, I meant different like me.
Can't you tell I'm so cultured by my classic rock tee?
I know Hendrix, Page, Morrison, and St. Jimmy.
Ever been moved to tears 'cause your moon's in Pisces?
Crying for acceptance and crying for fame,
Our cycle of interests is like a speed date.
I've got 99 problems and they're all probably fake
But not faker than you; the wolf cloaked in sheep's wool
Whistling the same old tune
With nothing to gain, but everything to lose
And I’ll be damned if I hear another complaint
About the differences from when you were my age.
And how you lived back in the good ol’ days
Before the birth of the Static Age.
And I’m somewhere in between
Bringing it back and doing my own thing.
Coming full circle and going out on a limb,
Simultaneously spreading and clipping my wings.
Playing and working equally
Taking a step back and observing the way we feed off each other, pouncing like a hunter on an unsuspecting deer,  but always taking more than what we need, discarding the meat and putting his antlers above our mantle,  reading off a kindle in a library. Do you ever think of where we’ll be in a century, or are we too preoccupied with having the most that we’ll steal from our own future generations? There’s a clear understanding that if we continue down the path we’re on, we’re going to overindulge and maybe that’s the way the human race will go extinct, because we cared less about each other than our private things and our privacy. Concerned with people’s sexuality and the body parts that define anatomy, and for fuck’s sake we’re still dealing with racism in the 21st century. Apparently, coexisting doesn’t go farther than a bumper sticker, tailgating, blood may be thicker than water, but while we’re fracking, poisoning our future sons and daughters with fluoride, cancer, and lead all the while children in Flint still can’t take a clean bath. But as long as our rich get richer, what’s to say about the single mom with one on the way, who was raped, and couldn’t get an abortion because you stood in her way calling her a disgrace? And the overcrowding of our prisons in an attempt to exterminate and humiliate minorities but we let white rapists and murderers see the light of day? And I’m constantly reminded of Michael Brown and Freddie Gray and all the men and women who did nothing but be black and expect to be treated fairly. Standing Rock protests that conveniently lined up with Thanksgiving, as if we didn’t already know that we’ve never treated indigenous people amicably. Closing our borders to those fleeing tyranny, even though the American Dream has always been prosperity. Syrian refugees who are begging and pleading for a warm bed on which to sleep while Americans pretend that we don’t have the space even though there’s an abandoned building on the corner of every street because nothing is ever good enough, and it’s easier to give up and start over. Instead of making adjustments to our mindsets, we block out the forces that oppose them. Shoving our noses where the grass doesn’t grow and spreading GMOs, taking credit for every seed that takes hold, constantly trying to westernize the world, hiding behind a profile so intricately purled. Stitched up like an American Frankenstein comprised of all the shit stolen from cultural divide but where is your mind amidst all the lies - Sorry, I didn’t catch that.
Is it really our fascination with the internet
That has led to being deemed as brain dead?
The cycles of fashion, phrases, and makeup trends
That amount to everything the past predicts.
But by giving the youth a platform,
We’ve created an ageist plague
Undermining what they create because they used Google over a library.
Calling on everyone with a media outlet
To witness first hand what can be outfitted
As less about personal gain,
To build bridges rather than burn them along the way.
Compromise the structure of the very game
By compromising with one another on how to retaliate.
Explore the unnamed,
Provoke the unashamed,
Start a dialogue between the healthy and maimed.
“If you can’t beat them, join in,” is such a discouraging thing to say to me and my friends
Because the last thing we’d do upon defeat, is defend.

rough draft (#2) w/ separate monologue- s
Joseph Mart Apr 4

On this front there are many different views,
And when they are disputed sometimes they're ignited like a fuse.
Fire is thrown everywhere just like the propellant from a flamethrower Sides are taken and walls are built similar to Trump and a SpanishVoter.
Then there are the ones who choose no side
They believe that one person doesn't make a difference
But in the end, it is all of those single people who make up the world
They make up society, laws, government, and schools.
Now think to yourself and ask, "What if they're all corrupt?"
If they are, we are being slowly but surely poisoned with no hope to reconstruct.

- Just some food for thought.

A Baltic atoll nigh
I am but a giant
of enlightenment
as I've been both years
here yet develop
strep in tears despair
days that might
stay when I came to
love our being still
mystery now season
in newly gotten wiles
only there to impress
a red rover machine
and target afresh
dreamscape by canal.

Ben Jr Mar 20

How did we get here?
Where we hide our thoughts,
And only speak in fear,
Just so we don't get caught,
So we keep to ourselves our opinions and ideas,
How did we get here?

How did we get to this?
Where we have a limit of a way to think,
And we limit our right to freedom of speech,
All just so we don't offend thee,
How did we get to this?

The men who are meant to serve,
Can't handle the truth,
So we don't tell it as it is,
Coz we know what they'll do,
From courts to jail and at times beating,
Yes that's true!,
So it all comes down to what they'll choose,
And they smile like its all good,

So we have to hold on to our dictionary for a consult,
Just so when we speak we don't accidentally insult,
'cause you know the big men can't take a joke,
Or a poke and what not,

And its not that we can fight,
We can't take them up in a round with all their might,
They'd squash us down like a bug,
And then just shrug,

How did we get here?,
Its not like they need it to earn our respect,
We've already voted for them,
How do they not get it?,
We did it with clear mind,
And know that they ain't perfect,
Why do we have to regret?

So I sit here just asking,
How did we get here,
I thought things would be better,
Instead we all now have to look over our shoulder,
How did we get here

Brent Kincaid Mar 20

Look down.
Is your money slipping away
As if it never was?
And can you not figure out
What is the basic cause?
Look down.
Are you hands not quite beige
And are there calluses there?
Then your Trump Republicans
In Congress don’t really care.

Look down.
Are you a pregnant woman
Who has no sacks of gold?
Are you sick and poor now?
Are you broke and old?
Look down.
Do you have a few million
You can donate to the GOP
Then likely you are screwed
And have suffered silently.

If you sit and let them do evil
And don’t stand and resist.
They’ll use your sacred words
To prove your rights don’t exist.

Look down.
Do you watch the television
And believe all you see?
Does the Christian right dictate
How your existence should be?
Look down.
Are you sick of war and hate
And can’t see it ever ending?
Just realize it’s Congressional villains
That our country is befriending.

Look down.
Are you living up to the goals
You set for yourself in life?
Or is your government killing us all
And handing you the knife?
Look down.
There is hope if we all act
And pull these criminals down.
It’s our fault they are even there.
They run the circus, don’t be a clown.

If you sit and let them do evil
And don’t stand and resist.
They’ll use your sacred words
To prove your rights don’t exist.

When people say capitalism is bad...

Well, no, capitalism is not bad. People are bad.
At least, they can be.
Capitalism is just one way of experiencing who we are as humans.

We have molded our system according to how we work together
as a species. This is who we are as a collective whole.
We could express it a different way,
but we would still get the same results:

Some people are good and some people are evil.
There will always be the lucky,
and there will always be those who run into misfortune.
But it still isn't so black & white, even then.

We cannot blame a system, or even an individual for actions.
We cannot blame a thing.
We cannot blame anything.

What happens, happens because of how
everything is webbed together as one -
both colliding and agreeing.

We will never all be the same,
until maybe we are robots, which makes us no longer human.

So, no, I refuse to agree that capitalism is bad.
It is a tool which can be misused,
like anything else in this world.

Just remember that we are all one whole collective consciousness,
so when you blame one person, you are blaming part of who you are,
though you may not see it that way.

All we can do is love and try to be pure,
in hopes that others will follow,
but mathematically speaking,
all will never follow one whole-heartedly.

We'll never be able to change the world
We don't even have the means to change our fucking wallpaper!

We are protesting against
all the unfair things that our government is doing,
in the same way we go to church:
preachers and inciters, daily,
some of us do it on Sunday,
others only when a big religious event comes around the corner;
some of us never go,
and only end up thinking about it
before going to bed,
in our room,
in the dark.

We seldom forget that we came to this world
with the only mission of making ourselves unforgettable.

We have mixed feelings
about all the calls to action
that we stumble upon in the
whore wide web,
we feel guilt and
despair when is too late
and regret not doing the right things
or doing them wrong,
we are not model citizens,
we are just fake citizens
that work from time to time as holy fashion models.

Forgive us for lying to ourselves
when we're lying in bed,
Forgive us for not having a voice
when the choir needed us.
Forgive us for making excuses
for all the bad excuses we had.
Forgive us for all the love that
you haven't had the chance to give us.
Forgive us for
not wanting to be forgiven.

we are not gods.
you are not gods.
gods are not good.

We'll never be able to change the world,
but we're hoping to be the ones that are changed by the world.


Used to have a dream ;
used to have a love from above though it seemed
the color of your eyes hid the lies
The fog in the skies symbolized my demise..

No remorse
no affiliation
Federal's amphetamines ensue debilitation
at last ;
He had the heart of someone in his grasp
clutched too tight so it didn't really last...

Used to have a dream
used to being last
Used to being separated by my skin or cast
or both ;
Told his brothers not to give up hope
whoever is your god he or she will shift the slope..

Pretending while the rest of us are descending
Into the legislative hell you love so well.
Tough titty, DC City,
You get no sympathy from me.
Half the country is on drugs, and you’re all smug.
Piss off clowns, I hope you all go down.
Tough titty, DC City,
You don’t much impress me.

You sold your souls to the big money creeps
And soon you won’t be able to sleep.
You are finding out the old saying is true;
You are judged by the company you keep.
And you’re keeping company with half-bright thugs
And ugly fat cats with purely evil souls
You value wealth more than suffering people.
You’re those without compassion on the whole.

You think if you lie often enough we’ll believe
Sadly that sometimes truns out true.
Tough titty, DC City,
Your fingers are sticky as glue.
The people may burn your mansions down.
See if your bribes protect you then.
Tough titty, DC City,
I hope the good people jail you.

I wish I could hold back paying my taxes
Just like you rich people manage to do.
Tough titty, DC City,
I’d laugh as you tumble.
When your corrupt regime falls apart
You’ll want us to rescue all of  you.
Tough titty, DC City,
I’ll sit back and watch things crumble.

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