"cctv" poems
*
Hindi lahat ng prinsipyo ay tama gaano man ito kapositibo. Ang kawastuhan ng bawat prinsipyo at pananaw ay naaayon sa: panahon, tao, katangian at kakayanan nito, konkretong kalagayan at kung minsa'y kasama pati ang kulturang kinabibilanagan.
Kaya ang sabihing "wag **** masyadong seryosohin ang buhay" o kung ano pang mga kasabihan, ay maaaring tama at mali, ayon sa mga nabanggit.
Ano't ano pa man, ikaw pa rin ang huling magpapasya. Ano man ang maging pananaw ng ilan sa iyo, ituring **** ito'y bahagi lamang ng buhay...ng buhay mo at hindi nila.
4/1/2016 - Hindi porke nagiisa malungkot na. Dahil mas malungkot kung nakiki-high five ka sa lahat pero pag talikod mo fina-fuck u ka na pala.
4/4/2016 - kahit ano pang sabihin nila, mas masarap pa rin sa pakiramdam yung umiintindi ka ng kapwa kesa sa naninira ng kapwa. kaya sa tingin mo sinong may mas masarap na pakiramdam ngayon?
4/11/2016 - napag-alaman kong hindi sa lahat ng pagkakataon ang iyong pagpapagal ay may mabuting kapalit...na ang iyong mga inaasahan ay may balik. hindi sa lahat ng panahon ang polisiya ay nasusunod.. ni ang itinakdang panukat ang siyang ginagamit na panukat.
4/21/16 - kahit ginawan ka ng masama ng iba, nasaktan ka, 'wag kang gaganti...dahil hindi mo trabaho yun. 'wag **** agawan ng trabaho ang Diyos. Dahil alam mo sa sarili mo pag ang Diyos ang gumati, mas sakto at perpekto.
4/26/16 - Those people who mocks prayer entertain curse to their lives.
4/27/2016 - "ang position nilalagay sa puso, hindi sa ulo." - M' Avie
5/11/2016 - Alin ang mas pinaka-nakakapagod, ang magtrabaho gamit ang isip o gamit ang pisikal na katawan? Kasi sa totoo lang, wala naman talagang nakakapagod doon...mas nakakapagod makitungo sa mga katrabahong mahirap pakitunguhan...
6/6/2016 - Duwag lang ang nagpaparinig.
7/12/2016 - Wala naman talagang absolute fairness, dahil ang tao minsan nagdidesisyon sa ngalan ng "fairness" nilang tinatawag pero ang totoo, ito ay nagsisilbi pa rin sa kanilang interes dahil may integridad silang pinapangalagaan. Doon masasabi ng iba, "fair" ang taong ito.
7/28/2016 - monologue at bugtungan
"Ginagawa ko naman ang trabaho ko pero habang tumatagal ako sa serbisyo hindi ako nadadagdagan kundi nababawasan." - Lapis
"Tingin-tingin, maghapong nakatingin. Kahit pa magdamag, 24/7 walang kurap." - CCTV (tao, bagay, hayop?) :-)
"Gusto nila sa akin laging mabilis dahil pag bumagal ako sasabihin nila "nakakainis", "walang kwenta.", etc, etc. - BAGP network*
Aug 30, 2016
Aug 30, 2016 at 12:55 AM UTC
I
I stole my brother’s car and drove to Phoenix in the dark.
The blue-green glow of dashboard gauges, the biting scent
of roadkill and desert marigolds. Tap. Tap. Tap.
Insects slapping the windshield, incipient rain.
Keep driving. Drive until the sun blooms.
II
Some days were more dire than others. CCTV footage confirms
I pawned a shotgun, a Gibson guitar, and my wife’s engagement
ring at the pawnshop next to Fatty’s Tattoo parlor on MLK Boulevard.
The typographically accurate Declaration of Independence
inscribed on my back also confirms this.
III
I ran the tilt-a-whirl at the Ashtabula county fair,
fattening up on fried Oreos and elephant ears,
twisting behind tent ***** with a one-armed
contortionist with strawberry-blonde hair.
IV
I derailed in a dive bar.
V
I disappeared in a city lit by lavender streetlights,
where buildings blotted out the stars and the traffic
signals kept perfect time. I picked through trash bins.
I paid for love with drugstore wine.
VI
I closed my eyes on a mountain road.
The sheriff extracted me from a ****** snowbank.
VII
I holed up for weeks in an oceanfront motel, dazed
by the roar of the breakers. Each morning I drew
back the curtains and lost myself
in the crisscrossing patterns of whitecaps,
the synchronous flight of sanderlings above the dunes.
I dreamed of dead horseshoe ***** rolling in with the tide.
VIII
The moon over my shoulder
tightened into focus like a spotlight.
One night the barking dogs undid me.
I caved in to the candor of a naked mattress.
I grew my beard, an insomniac in a jail cell,
clinging to bars the color of a morning dove.
IX
I coveted the house keys of strangers.
X
I opened and closed many doors.
I sang into the mouths of storm drains.
I stepped out of many rooms only
to find myself in the room I just left.
Despite all my leaving, I remained.
Sep 21, 2018
Sep 21, 2018 at 1:45 PM UTC
Brackets
Your mum picked you up in daddy’s BMW,
we had to wait an hour while they scrubbed the brains of another son off the roof of the 125
(Why they built a multi storey car park on top of the bus station is a mystery to me.)
You carefully colour coordinated your files and scrutinized your revision schedules,
we watched nicked CCTV footage of two blokes smoking crack and burning down the bowling pavilion next door
(the old boys never did raise enough to repair it.)
You snubbed each other because of different tastes in jumpers,
we watched acid casualties talk politics with football hooligans
(a hastily rolled joint bridged the obvious gap.)
You lounged in the common room in your study periods,
our lesson got cancelled because John had been smashed in the face with a fire extinguisher
(and our tutor used to be a lifeguard.)
You worried about fashion and discussed the injustice of last night’s X Factor result,
we watched Neil’s head crash into his keyboard after he’d scoffed all his methadone in one go
(again.)
Mar 7, 2013
Mar 7, 2013 at 4:56 PM UTC
hey man,
nice work
hope your comfy
where ever you
are
whatever you’re
doing
I’m doing nice
feeling
good
even though I feel pretty
bad
but anyways,
love seeing pictures of your stuff
“one nation under CCTV”
haha,
that’s
clever
Oct 24, 2010
Oct 24, 2010 at 5:49 PM UTC
When I was 15, I wouldn’t have believed you
if you told me all of this about constant lament
in a Red painted Animal House of scapegoats
that I’ve yet to see
it’s
streets of beige
it’s
fast food bad food no food spilled milk or beer
it’s
the South no the East maybe West probably North
it’s
in the air the water the meat there’s just too much heat to breathe or hold a job
it’s
hourly wages and daily commutes of gypsy peddlers in a town I’ve never been to
it’s
the cigarettes or nicotine my useless spleen filtering things I should never inhale or drink
it’s
divorce rates leading to ***** flicks c-sections finding acquaintances on monitors after dark only able to generate laughter over years of tears
it’s
women
it’s
pain
it’s
the migraines we get when we're waiting on the rain to paint the beige streets bronze
it’s
rolling trees metal trucks frozen lakes lumber jacks and ice fishing
it's
the anxiety of right wrong bad good all grey in the sunshine without you
it’s
the words of times you said meaning more to me than it ever could to you
it’s
the colossus of Wall St. overbearing my own suit and tie un-ironed or cared for but necessary none the less
it’s
CCTV the fight for power Government foreign travelers or terrorists Project Paper clip MK Ultra Plum Island persuasion propaganda Paul Wolfowitz
it’s
who governs what you can afford when you sit tattered on a curb after earning another mans bread
it’s
what has or has not been said 7 times or none that still lingers on the grass out front of home or house
it’s
no matter how big you are you still answer a toy phone handed to you by a two year old
it’s
the tears of Alexander when he realized there were no more worlds to conquer
Oct 29, 2012
Oct 29, 2012 at 2:37 PM UTC
He peeps through the looking glass of life.
Emotionally detached, a social recluse.
Avoid eye contact.
Avoid eye contact.
Don't dare look at me!
That's right you've seen him!
But.... Have you actually seen him?
Or is he just a figment of your imagination?
For he's the stalker.
Lurking about in the shadows.
Spying on you from afar through those holes in the wall.
A human CCTV system looking you up and down when you least expect it.
Recording your every move in the memory bank.
Voyeuristic tendencies with the inability to openly admit he's one step away from the psychiatric ward.
May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 9:42 AM UTC
. what's the difference between
thieves, and magicians?
not much...
both have quick hands...
and an awake,
yet asleep public communal
presence...
the thief has a public of
the victim,
and the c.c.t.v. "stage"...
the magician?
has a public of the crowd,
and the "dajjal" stage of
a camera replenishing
a concept of:
not enough public...
thieves and magicians are
bedfellows...
you allow one to flourish...
the antithesis will come
along, and in an indiscriminate
fashion...
allow the "magic" / "thieving"
to take place...
what is a magician,
a public figure... compared...
to a thief?
i can't see the difference...
the audience was fooled
by the magician...
the individual was fooled
by the thief...
are they... so much unlike
each other?
magicians can own
a theater stage...
thieves, sometimes... just sometimes...
own the, basic...
pointlessness of english
c.c.t.v. mechanics,
to make police officers make:
a follow-up investigation...
oh, but i have genius
interrogation practices...
no one wants to listen to...
like 10 hours straights of listening
to stefan molyneux...
or 48 hours, sleep deprived...
listening to BBC 24 hour news reels...
that **** could crack anyone...
what the americans did to the Iraqis?
last time i heard...
they blasted the slayer oeuvre
down headphones into their ears...
Americans... feeding conquered
Iraqis with a slayer oeuvre?
BRAVO! BRAVO! ENCORE!
and didn't the encore come?
******* retards...
crows feeding seagull chicks
with sinew and
regurgitated scavenger meat!
if only they played them some
Bach...
i'm pretty sure...
the Iraqis would still be left...
disorientated...
but the American army "interrogators"...
ha ha!
played them the slayer oeuvre!
WEE-TARDS!
anyone... and i mean anyone:
will relieve themselves as being
"tortured": doubly charged up,
and ready to ingest hyper-coffee
in the form of the Luftwaffe tactic
of ingesting amphetamines
(pervitin) -
night-raids... the londoonoirnischt
blitz, sloth krieg...
ya ya yawn...
urgh... burp...
and always... those poncy -
english, gay, aristocratic men...
and their... psychotropic women...
so what's the difference between
a common thief...
and a spectacle magician?
one "owns" cctv footage,
the other owns a stage...
yet both share a: quicksilver
take on, what cannot be
interpreted in either handwriting
or stenography...
hmm...
can't be sure whether
both could be considered legal.
Jul 31, 2018
Jul 31, 2018 at 12:16 AM UTC
They’re all in a hurry.
All of these brave men and women are in a hurry.
They’re anxious to get home and **** off before their significant others arrive,
ready for a home sweet home experience,
with fine wine and cheesy shows on the tube.
Life simply goes on in cycles,
like a loop video on the metro CCTV.
No heart attack spikes, no heavy breathing, no chance for a near death experience.
We are all obedient mother/father *******
waiting for the wind to put down the big old tree in front
of our house, so we can have a hot topic on our Facebook walls.
Trying to be different,
mostly in a verbal manner,
is like performing **** with a ***** dolphin,
in front of a tank full of happy sharks.
We’re all in a hurry,
tryin’ to get back home
and **** off good
before the significant part of our life begins.
Jul 4, 2016
Jul 4, 2016 at 11:08 AM UTC
There is no CCTV
On the open sea,
Just you and me
Like roving pirates
Risking our lives
To ruin other people.
Feb 21, 2011
Feb 21, 2011 at 3:18 AM UTC
"Once he is within our custody, we shall take his life. He shall be, henceforth, survived only by the image that stains my CCTV screen."
Security is no longer watching the CCTV;
No longer watching the purchase of a rice pouch;
No longer pulsating in a sterile environment,
Simultaneously monitoring an image that was never on tape;
Focusing, so deeply, on a soul that was never on tape.
So deeply fixated on those who have committed a crime;
Those who are substantially unblemished by sunlight;
Those who are continuously touched by our Heavenly Father's sight;
Those who possess an artifice of the Sea Horn which was not originally their own;
Those who unceasingly scale onyx towers draped in a filthy government skin,
Waving pure flags against the night.
Feb 22, 2023
Feb 22, 2023 at 8:41 AM UTC
Mail order T's & C's
Describe perfectly how I feel
The parameters have been breached
But I still value you as a customer
Please come in
We want your service
Even though you steal moments from our shop
Like cheap sweets and magazines
But we are real,we are here
So hear,our call to you
We love you,oh valid and wounderous custom of love
And we wouldn't trade you
For anyone
So,please please please
Love me enough that this isn't real
So much,that my eyes lie and my brain is numb
That I'm living in the shadow of hope and now fear
So much,that you could be honest and take the stolen golds out your clothes place them on the side and say sorry
I didn't want to watch the CCTV back just to see you steal what I've worked so hard for
Just for you to say **** you" and walk out the door
Like so many that came and went before
Because I'll sit and wait
Forgive,self hate
Because we love you in our store
Even if you steal
Apr 28, 2016
Apr 28, 2016 at 5:54 PM UTC
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Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 6:16 PM UTC
My mum tells me to be careful as I close the front door
Every footstep the tick of a bomb about to go off
And I know that she will worry until she hears me return
That maybe this time I wasn’t careful enough
But I know Careful
Careful is a woman who walks in our skin when the door shuts behind us
Faceless and watchful
With keys jammed between each finger
And her honey voice is flowing through a perpetual conversation with the home screen of her phone
Her gait wide and her hood up,
hair down but tucked away
She never looks up
only shifts her eyes from left to right on a pendulum trajectory determined to read the cadence of the shadows
Like they are palms or tea leaves or a CCTV in operation sign on the front of a shop window
On the walk home
She is always moving
A waterfall rushing down the steepest drop to get back home with all her foundations in tact
Careful is always waiting for the other shoe to fall
She is texting texting texting details of her plans
Where she has been
where she is going
what is the license of the taxi she is in
Are the doors locked as soon as she shuts them?
How salty is too salty for a margarita or a tequila or a glass of water
Can anyone vouch for the milliseconds that her drink was out of her sight?
She has a pair of earphones attached to nothing jutting from her ears
and her key clawed hands wrapped tightly around a can of pepper spray
And her car is parked right outside the building
Careful is always a woman living in a war zone
where the enemies can be the ones that she has trusted most
Or strangers that cast long shadows
She is a landmine that is always in danger of being stepped on
She is made into a three star salad that the jury reject because she was underdressed
Overexposed like the photos that Careful should never have sent
Because even she knows that she cannot exist
A woman is always careful
But never careful enough.
Mar 28, 2018
Mar 28, 2018 at 2:27 PM UTC
*Sophisticated border fences reaching to the heavens with;
Sharp barbed wires,
High voltage electric wires,
Coloured CCTV cameras at every corner,
And armed guards stand behind the border fences
24/7 all through the year
With one big purpose ‘to stop the migrants from crossing over’.
The women and the children cry begging;
"Switch off the electric wires
And open the gate for us to come in,
Cut those fences open
And let us come in,
Destroy the cameras
And stop recording even our faintest cries,
Put down your weapons
And allow us enter your world,
Please give us a chance to live."*
Apr 13, 2016
Apr 13, 2016 at 12:20 AM UTC
And I shall write for what may be the future,
Or to the daughter of the night.
*As darkness eats you up,
And ruins the architecture of your bones,
******* your soul out of your heart.
A Tardis I do not own,
To enter your space time continuum,
To save your universe from falling apart.
Inside a dim lit room,
Shows a screen of the CCTV footage,
Of the robbery of innocence.
You are so far out of reach,
Anxious to the sense of touch,
Anxious for you to sleep.
I am outside this dark dark room,
I will not bang on the door,
I will not leave too soon.
Don't worry,
I will read you stories of the light,
And you will see the stars of the night.*
Mar 6, 2015
Mar 6, 2015 at 3:42 PM UTC
Do ya ever feel like a shipwreck adrift in the water
Pieces of ya scattered like a lamb after the slaughter,
a mere shadow of your former sweet innocence
barely bobbing above the big sonar rinse?
Can't believe what ya read
nor believe what your supposed to believe.
Can't help wonderin' bout the agenda
Definitley can't pretend not to.
I suppose ya just have to go a bit numb
Drift on the wave and play kinda dumb.
CCTV surveillance, so called necessity,
oh **** big brother's watching ya ***
Google is god and god is dead
Oh **** the'll crucify me for what I've just said.
Street lights ain't just street lights anymore
they're stickin' cameras in 'um expecting us to eat crow.
We'll all be robots that's the plan
punch ya in, download, scan.
Chips in your brain, chips in your nose
they'll go with us wherever we goes.
The grammar's all wrong. It's the prediction text.
No need for fingers. it's all effortless.
We're losing our common sense and our low-fi cities.
I'm losing my mind and I dont even feel ******
They're cuttin' down trees 'cause they're blockin' our signies
and burnin' and lootin' 'cause they've got some agendies.
We're loosing our birds, they're falling out of the sky.
Would connecting the dots lead us to the wyfry?
Losing's all right once ya get the hang of it.
Be fine in the mornin' and get back in the swing of it.
Turn on the screen, see what's new,
choke on our Krispies 'cause we forgot to chew.
Ah who cares our thoughts ain't our own.
It's all covered and programmed by our phone
Yea
It's all fun and games when there's nobody home,
dinner's sprayed and modified to the bone.
God knows what's in the water, the vaccination.
No worries we're all sci-fried and on vacation.
Ah yea they've got us all pegged and amplified,
can't sleep anymore, we're all irradiated and wyfried.
Wyfry, shake, scramble, grill an' bake
uhuh it's the burnin' down of the human race.
ah yea it's the slow fry and burn at the stake.
Oct 17, 2020
Oct 17, 2020 at 10:19 AM UTC
Data
What will happen to us all tomorrow? Now there are so many topics that are illegal and against the law. Things like racism, ageism, bullying and a thousand other things ending in ing and ism. But what about people being spied on by America? Even their friends and allies. Isn't that bad and illegal? Like social stereotyping by law enforcement using stop and search tactics on one racial group? How did we get into this position of spy agencies siphoning up all our data? Phone calls and records, emails and photo attachments. What next? We're all on CCTV. Next they'll want to know how much crap role we use.
Feb 20, 2018
Feb 20, 2018 at 2:33 PM UTC
My friend threw a drill:
Does CCTV hear?
I catch -- "No, it is all scenes,
For it was named See-SeeTV
Nothing mentions the senses hear-hear."
Feb 9, 2016
Feb 9, 2016 at 8:09 PM UTC
VC
CV
CCTV
STD
STI
FYI
DTF
EFTS
FTW
***
WHO
WOW
POW
WWI
WWII
WTH
TTPA
HTTP
TOFTB
OTP
SMH
IMHO
Sep 17, 2017
Sep 17, 2017 at 7:20 AM UTC
When I was ten and grandad was at least a million years in the making and the sun took longer to rise than to set before the bar code was compulsory and CCTV cameras were a fantasy, when the speed limit was the maximum we went and I spent days on the banks of the tidal flow waiting for something to come or to go little realising that the tide was inside me and the sea was the ocean that fed me a dream,
when I was ten is a million years in the making and grandad was there all the time.
May 1, 2015
May 1, 2015 at 4:29 AM UTC
The Incinerator
Does not care
How much money
You have
Or how many degrees
It does not care
About your family
Your hopes
Dreams or desires
It is the incinerator
And that is its function
The obese
And elderly
Will be the first
Taken from their homes
Tossed into the incinerator
There are limited resources
And a land
That was once plentiful
Has become barren
I've really grown
To love myself
More and more
Each day
After all
This is MY life
I have failed at many things
I don't have a strong muscular body
Why build up my muscles
Even more anyhow?
The overly large
Muscular and
Obese individuals
Will be the first to die
During the time of trials
With limited resources
Their bodies
Did not receive the
Necessary nourishment
I'm here
I'm here
Say it to yourself
And scream it out loud!
Run, Run from the incinerator
The snipers may get you
But a bullet is swift
And merciful
To burn in the incinerator
Well
That's not a pleasant thought
Is it?
I don't know what
America stands for
Do you?
I think there are many good people
That live here
But I don't think much
Of our government
And our government
Thinks even less of us
Smart appliances
To record
Smart phones
To save data
London is the most
Surveilled nation
In the world
I hope it never becomes
Like that here
Every minute in a public space
Being recorded
On their CCTV cameras
The thought police arrested
John Middleton
Of 480 Ashbury Lane
For a thought crime
He was angry
At his employer
He believed he was dismissed
From his job
Unfairly
And so in anger
He imagined bashing
His face in
Such a violent thought
The evidence was reviewed
Of course by now all thoughts
Were being uploaded
To the super computer
And stored in the cloud
Each human being
Had to be chipped
There memories stored
Each waking thought
And sleeping dream
Recorded
It's been terrible
Hasn't it?
Human life
I'd say so
But it could always be worse
And it has been for others
Run
Run Mr. Middleton
Run from the incinerator
Such violent thoughts!
The orchestrators
Of this one world order
Will not allow such
Violent thoughts
In their society
Mr. Middleton's digital monitor
(That was required in every living unit)
Calmly read the recommended
Daily intake of nutrients
He could hear
The incinerator
Always came
In the early morning
At the waking hour
It's been terrible
I know John
Hard for the most part
Holy Holy Holy
Is the......
John remembered quickly
That any repeated thoughts
Of a Divine Being
Would move him higher up
On the incinerator's list
Fear not the fires that burn
The creators
Of the incinerator
Will one day learn...
Sep 2, 2016
Sep 2, 2016 at 9:48 PM UTC
The night sings through
Tree leave windpipes
With mild cool breeze
In the front yard
On white sand
The night paints
With silvery paint,
Borrowed from the moon
Night invites me out
With its enticing wonders
Seen on the CCTV
I wish I know
How to repair
My wheelchair
Apr 19, 2019
Apr 19, 2019 at 1:28 AM UTC
Sometimes I wonder
How many others
have frequented this same spot,
have felt heavy limbs drop.
Passive to what came next-
As if no amount of questioning could save their fate.
Have had their heart broken at King's Cross Station..
What possessed you to purchase a one way train ticket-
skipping school, breaking a perfect attendance record
seemingly on a whim?
Starting a new term, boredom ensued,
adventure beckoned.
Recent changes in behaviour surely set the scene.
Were you summoned by false promises-
Lured into the arms of a man you felt compelled to meet
On a week day, in the city?
I could have sat in the same train carriage
I could have met your eye.
Remembering the whirlwind that was, 14.
Writing in a diary no one would ever read.
Shredding into pieces, aged 18.
Forgive me,
I couldn't fathom seeing 18, at, 14.
Far fetched in forgetting time marches on,
being stuck in a place of pain.
Clinging on to suggestive song lyrics,
suggesting being Queer was okay.
Did he tell you it would be Okay?
You wore your favourite band t-shirt, had awoken late
in an irritable mood that morning.
Out of character, they said.
They traced any internet activity
any possible CCTV sightings.
You had lost a mobile phone over a year ago.
The trail of answers quickly ran cold
the stream of questions would never end.
Your dad felt you might have struggled with your sexuality
though you never explicitly said anything.
Shame can embody you, silence you.
At 14 it can surely threaten to suffocate you!
I still ache for the shame I let cover curious green eyes,
for the sugar mouse she promised me at 14,
for the arms I kept by my sides.
''It gets better'' is the narrative attempt to reassure you on YouTube,
but how many difficult years must first pass until it is bearable?
Hindsight is a luxury afforded only with time.
Sometimes I wonder
How many others
have frequented this same spot,
have felt heavy limbs drop.
Passive to what came next-
As if no amount of questioning could save their fate.
Have had their heart broken at King's Cross Station?
May 28, 2020
May 28, 2020 at 6:47 PM UTC
Ya Know... Big Virge Words...
Are Built To Merge With... " The Purge "...
As In ... " The Flick "...
That TRULY IS ... SICK... !!!
But Here's The Trick...
This Flick Has Some TWISTS That May Well PREDICT....
A Future Where SIN Is A... " Once A Year Thing "... !?!
That's Where It BEGINS ...
As Do These Words I've Put Into Verse ...
I YES ...
PURGE The Urge To DENY What Hurts...
So That I Stay Calmer ...
Rather Than Bring The DRAMA ...
Like These ... " Wannabee' Osamas' "... !!!!!
Trying To Play That They HARDER ...
And INCREDIBLY ... SMARTER ...
Than A Man Whose Words DISTURBS Their Nerves... !!!!!!
Because My Words ... BURN... !!!
When They INSERT What I OBSERVE About Their World...
Where It's CLEAR That They ... " Think "...
They ARE ... " BIG SLICK "... !!!
When The TRUTH is THIS ...
They're ... FULL OF IT ... !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Which Is Why I DECLINE To JOIN ... " Their Kind "...
And Have To PURGE ...
MY Wish To Employ That Which DESTROYS ...
The INFANTILE Noise Coming From These BOYS ... !!!!!
PLAYING That They MEN ...
Til' They Have To DEFEND Their Brand of NONSENSE ... ?!?
Against Words I Express ...
That Lyrically SPLURGE My Wish To ... " PURGE "...
My VIOLENT THOUGHTS With Words of WAR ...
That Bore Like ****** With... SWEATY Pores... !!!!!!
This Flick Fa' SURE Has STIRRED In Me ...
What It Is I FEEL ... Humanity NEEDS ...
A NEED For TRUTH ...
BEFORE People ... " En Masse "...
Get LOOSE And Start Acting UNCOUTH...
Through EVIL Moves Like BURNING Roofs ... !!!!!
That'll CLEARLY PROVE Their NEED To PURGE ...
Because of What HURTS ... " INSIDE Their Worlds "...
A NEED For LOVE And WARMER Stuff ...
Than Acting TOUGH And *** That's ROUGH ... !!!
Maybe That's What WORKS For Girls To PURGE ...
Their NEED To FEEL Something That's REAL ... !?!
But Is THAT ... " The REAL "... ???
That They're TRYING To FEEL ... !?!
Or Just ... "A Deal "...
That Has NO MEAL On Which To GROW ... !!!
Because It Feels Like Their ... ONLY HOPE ... !!!
Any OB1's ........ ?
... NOPE ... !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Just Moves Below That Are NO JOKE ... !!!!
Cos' They PROVE What BURNS May Well Just Lurk ...
UNDERNEATH THE Urge To ... ETERNALLY PURGE...
.... " Internal SCARS ".... !!!!!
Because It's THE HARD That's FUELLING Their Hearts...
of Those Who THINK They're SMART Like ... TONY STARK ... !!!
So Back To The Flick ...
Cos' I Recognise ... What The Movie Implies...
PROBLEMS On The RISE That Are Now WORLDWIDE ... !!!!!
How ... TOO MANY Lives Have Become Contrived ...
Because of LIES That Reside In The Minds ...
of Those Wanting To FIND Some PEACE FILLED Times ...
Yeah I Think It's Time To BELIEVE The Signs ...
That We NOW Observe ... ALL OVER The World ... !!!
BEFORE This World BURNS Because of Our Words ...
And VIOLENCE That Serves ...
Some ... FRUITLESS Hors D'oeuvres ... !!!
It Seems CLEAR To Me That Humanity NEEDS ...
To STOP VIOLENT Sprees That In The Future ... Could Be ...
.... " Government OVERSEEN "....
For TWELVE HOURS ... " YEARLY "... !!!?!!!
Like ... In The Movie... !!!
NOT ON Big Screens But VIA .... " CCTV ".... ?!!?
It Would Seem We NEED To ... " Work "...
To Learn HOW We Should...
........ " PURGE ".......
Feb 23, 2020
Feb 23, 2020 at 6:13 PM UTC