"idiocracy" poems
right left right left right left right
we walk this path from day to night
front to back and side to side
these blinders keep us calm inside
inside; a beat that we walk to
what does that beat mean to you?
to pump the blood that keeps you well?
or does it prolong your living hell?
if that beat began to slow
until they said there was no flow
then all the things that were ahead
would vanish with the words "he's dead"
if you could look him in the eye
the younger you just might cry
and ask you why you didn't even try
to be that "motorcycle guy"
it's too bad but it seems to be
dreams have become idiocracy
full of nos and won'ts and can'ts
because you bought some big-boy-pants
and with them on you chose to be
the you that lacks originality
to take yourself so seriously
defines a loss of dignity
so sold on how these things must go
you photocopy the status quo
embrace all that you can call you
the fun, the weird, the nerdy too
let it pour out of your soul
onto a canvas; break the mold
until the day when you decide
to let your heart shine from inside
and be the you that lives with ease
accept the flaws; the insecurities
you will walk down those same streets
a miracle stripped to a monotonous beat
so look within to find that passion
it's up to you to take the action
just believe; call this the start
just believe; follow your heart
Apr 30, 2013
Apr 30, 2013 at 1:27 AM UTC
Moved by the guiding hands of the wind,
While avoiding the living room box's trend.
Although fixate with this generation's iPad,
Or impulse to explore the Xbox's dungeon,
And glimpse the pages of the Forbe, the Facebook, and the likes.
Make time to be in the moment of solace,
A time to dream to explore ideals,
Like floating in nebula avoiding the all powerful black hole.
Navigating the void of the sense of inner torment,
Or charting the boundries of the next voyages of personal task.
One does need to depart from disparity of news,
Or lose sense of humanity by deprived reality TV,
For satirical movies like Idiocracy prophesied seem realized.
One does need to regroup in personal cocoon,
Meld by the silent melodies of beating chest,
Like metronome syncing the keys of the piano to Bach,
While breathing upon the horizon of rebirth,
And find your enshrouded foggy path by beacon of self enlightenment.
Nov 25, 2015
Nov 25, 2015 at 8:41 PM UTC
In my heart
I feel a sweet melody.
Albeit, playing a little off-key.
Deep, insightful dreams
Do awaken me
And disturb
My sweet insanity.
No love, for which I do seek
Can remove the remnants
Of sweet animosity.
Playful moods disturb my reverie
And all succumb
To my blissful idiocracy.
Feb 3, 2013
Feb 3, 2013 at 2:57 PM UTC
It's common knowledge that after getting a phone number,
one must wait three whole days before giving a call,
to make sure the interaction remains calculatedly casual,
as opposed to needy or uninterested,
which is complete cupid ****
It's appalling that one's intense desire to contact an individual one is drawn to,
is not seen as a mere gesture of sentiment or affection,
but rather weakness and vulnerability.
Even in the darkest and drunkest hours
there will be no super likes,
for no one can afford to wear the heart on their sleeves,
in this world of left and right swipes.
The chase is so overrated not only does it never end,
but also overlooks the catch even when it's finally caught.
True feelings disguised by emojis concentrated into 140 characters
ridicule the ideology of love and romance,
when really we're nostalgic of the times,
we once murmured into brick sized cordless phones at wee hours in the morning,
"you hang up... nooo you hang up first..."
When did meeting the parents not become meeting the parents,
but rather the quick show of another chick to flaunt how well life is going at the moment?
When did compartmentalizing life mean pursuing romantic relationships over the weekends only?
When did to love, to want, to need, to show affection become such girly things,
those who are engulfed by romantic comedies and sensitivity did?
All I really want is to call you and tell you how much I miss you,
and just listen to you breath even if you don't have anything to say.
But, I guess I'll just wait for you to whatsapp me sometime during the weekend...
Jul 27, 2016
Jul 27, 2016 at 3:02 PM UTC
Orator,
fiction-teller,
great commander in chief;
So noble your quest of
Re-election,
Presenting pretty political poetry
But we don’t mind
Lie to me
As you lead me
Oh, noble politician,
Credibility only expected in consumer ability
Priorities
Great Chess Player
Moving pawns, perpetual playing
Limitless supply of sacrifices
Die for your country, he says,
That’s patriotism!
The most patriotic of them all
I shall,
hold down the fort
On my,
Noble quest of forming fictitious fantasies
American supremacy, idiocracy
Stand beside her, and guide her, through the night till she reaches he target on sight
Responsibility? Don’t be silly
Scapegoat culture is the reality
Get in line for the American Dream,
That’s it, fall in line,
On the horizon
Ill wait, I’ve got Verizon
Do you hear me now?
Hook me in, turn me off, drug me up and let me down
I’m numb anyway
Its all in the promotion
Mass manipulation, solicitation
Don’t worry we can fix you, quick fix, step right up
Too fat? Too fast? Too slow”
Throw these back – now your on a right track
Tune in-turn off- tranquilized
Text, tweet, technology
Whatever you do
Just
Don’t
Think (rise for the pledge)
Aug 19, 2012
Aug 19, 2012 at 10:38 PM UTC
Unamused, abused, inflicted by I
Distractions, that keep my heavy eyes alive
*** drugs, deep conversations keep me fed
This feels as real as pretend, driven by others for fuel I don't have
This must be the end
Nah, I'll never die,
I'll continue to tell myself so I don't amend my habits
Embrace these teenage customs that feel so unique
They aren't, but that keeps me in synch
Willingly letting denial be a trait, a style of it's own
That will take me out one day, I already have condoned
Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 1:21 AM UTC
How do I erase this Janwar
that's clawing, gnawing, destroying my insides
try to cease this current
this ebbing self-control
black-holed sanity of clear thought
Everywhere I go
every sight I see
incomplete without my completeness
you
Stupidity overwhelming judgement
blinding direction of constant withdrawal
an itch
How I wish things didn't happen for a reason
for now, I'd be whole
without a counterpart
missing
A puzzle piece
misleading me to believe
that he
and me
as a we
are meant to be
**** that idiocracy
for whole
I am,
complete,
and you are obsolete
s.q.
Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 9:16 PM UTC
It’s tightening
Why do we say it’s our heart
That ***** a lie
It’s the chest I know best
Idiocracy in my democracy
Because the demons get a vote
Why can’t an angels angels measure up to its halo
They simply say “no”
Pesos a day old
So they are worth zero
So he, the hero
That brings the dollar back
Stacks on stacks
Racks on racks on racks
But these are just facts
And still the heart hurts
Just ******** you
It’s a chest ache
As I write and you read
Heading my warning while
The stew is still stirring
I wait on the top of this hill
To see if “us” swallows the pill
It’s just **** or be killed
Chill
Apr 19, 2014
Apr 19, 2014 at 9:24 PM UTC
I only know the ideal idiocracy,
So I am an unrealistic man.
Syncracy is an offensive for me,
So I am an orthodox pig..
I know not what idiosyncrasy is like,
Not in a relationship...
Please read the note before making any comments.
Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 1:22 AM UTC
Blank minds offer anathema
The usurious are sainted
Devout all unknowing
Indoctrinate fragmental ribonuclease
Intentional homogenization
Transfection for incomprehension
Idiocracy I like it willing slaves
and none the wiser
Oct 4, 2011
Oct 4, 2011 at 10:38 PM UTC
Reality tv feeding the idiocracy
It's no secret my idiosyncrasy is increasing
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Parallel to my ever elevating feel of paranoia
I have a sympathy insufficiency
I demand more catastrophe
It's a ******* conspiracy!
I blame the aliens
Harvesting our brains
We are the sheep
Home on the range
Chalk it up for each and every mindless chucklefuck
More concerned with dynasty ducks
Distractions and false flags
You are my demise
Scourge of Mother Earth
?sdrawkcab evlover dlrow eht seod yhW
Such staunch contempt for the human race
Object of my fascination
Thou wilt bow to my conquest
Lo, hear my battle cry;
Oh how I vie,
to assassinate
all asinine swine!
Jan 2, 2014
Jan 2, 2014 at 10:03 PM UTC
Mr. Media what do you see in use?
Stupidity in a chair, idiocracy in the air
Education is just a blur, a vision that has been lost
Crippled by news crews that cast platooned views then show you what's not true.
Picture your life in a frame of comparison then digest their daily distorted narratives.
That's a daily dose for the average men. Lies captured in vivid images, Titles Capitalized, idols dress in disguise
take out your knife and cut the veil from your eyes for their message is too addictive, don't let repetition A rise.
Depressions a state of mind, medication is what follows, but what would happen to the industry's if their pills were never swallowed.
a family's all you need to fill the gaps & the hollows, don't choose your friends for today instead keep them close for tomorrow.
You'll never know what could happen, you'll always fear in the night...tragedy and calamity always just sound alike.
But if you take a moment to breathe you'll realize that you will be all right, medias all left...us with faulty fears of fiction and pure threat...depictions of falseness, fueling the mindless, yes those who don't feel, will soon witness a riot, a riot of self-destruction
Everyone has a function, soon you will find yours, with this property comes decisions, decisions at all doors
Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 1:45 PM UTC
I hate these stupid people,
These idiotic,
Imbecile mortal people,
How I wish I could,
Oh I wish I could,
Smash in their faces with a sack of bricks,
Oh I want to release this rage,
Show them my wrath,
Let them know who they ****** with,
I want to eliminate them,
Delete them,
Erase their existence....
I want to wipe away their intolerance,
Cleans them of their idiocracy,
I want to release my rage,
Let it go,
Give zero *****
But I can't,
I'm to nice,
And at the same time,
I want them to be my friend,
To understand me,
But I can't even understand them....
Jan 21, 2014
Jan 21, 2014 at 1:58 PM UTC
We're marching down the streets of The City,
demanding peace and rights for you and me.
We're screaming into the ears of the Idiocracy,
deaf because they're blocked with a hypocrisy.
We're blind if we think we are the forsaken,
they're suffering in other countries.
Just because you're right to hold your gun was taken,
doesn't mean this is the end for you and me.
We're crying out ****** when an animal's slaughtered,
you'll put animals rights before you're daughter.
And when you're daughter can't get a loan for college,
just remember, you chose animals over knowledge.
We're blind if we think we are the forsaken,
they're suffering in other countries.
Just because you're right to hold your gun was taken,
doesn't mean this is the end for you and me.
They are the forgotten!
The forsaken!
We lose sight of the worth of other human life!
We are mistaken!
Nov 14, 2013
Nov 14, 2013 at 6:44 PM UTC
who says
ignorance is bliss?
well, I'll be ******
imagine ignorant *****
surrounding situations
that are in dire attention.
an example of ignorance
is when truth wipes itself
in the face of stupidity,
stupidity can still question,
what is the truth,
in those truths.
imagine being trapped
in a locked glass case,
and having someone
holding the key to it;
but chose to turn heads
and walk away.
reflecting,
maybe ignorance isn't bliss,
maybe ignorance is just
a mask of idiocracy;
and I've been to a ball–
full of masquerades.
Mar 3, 2018
Mar 3, 2018 at 8:28 AM UTC
who holds the leash
of the pigs in the streets?
follow the paper trail:
dead presidents
never fail to be the culprit.
it's not who
but what.
the police always
serve and protect
capital and property.
why else would they block
off a jewel store
during a peaceful rally?
they may not be
our enemy,
but they
certainly
aren't our friends.
they are the strong-arm
of the State,
fodder on a frontline
devised by fascist elite.
the boys in blue
with low IQs
are oligarchs' favorite tools
for bludgeoning
dissent and pummeling
free expression.
useful idiots—
truncheons designed
with punishing dissidents
in mind.
we may well be
the 99%, but they have badges,
guns, and a license to ****
emblazoned on the blue shield
slapped on their chests,
stoking overzealous
racists to respond violently,
a cacophony of bloodshed
seems to be the only language
they know how to speak.
smash the fraternity
that acquiesces to criminality.
white men in pressed suits—
who's speculative spending
lead to economic catastrophe—
get off scott-free
while black men are imprisoned
for possessing an ounce of ****
not even the blind would fail to see
the "just us" system excludes
the majority of humanity.
all lives matter?
only ignorance could present
such a fictitious narrative,
a self-congratulatory hyperbole
disregarding contemporary reality.
private prisons designed for profit,
institutionalized bigotry instigating
a new form of slavery.
when mass incarceration
lacerates our communities
and exacerbates the conditions
of the working class,
the only dignified response
is to stand up, fight back.
we no longer
have a need
for this blatant idiocracy.
if we truly want to call this country
"the land of the free,"
then we must say,
loudly and clearly:
abolish the police.
Feb 9, 2017
Feb 9, 2017 at 12:09 AM UTC
Magic,spells,
Witches and wizards,
Broomsticks and moon beam,
Near the moon,
above lake,
I know a land in which,
Is found all of this,
Not my imagination,
Some say idiocracy,
some call me stupid,
Some say am abnormal,
But I call it natural,
for me is what my eyes see,
And it is all the sight you see,
i believe in a different world,
I live in a different world,
Don't think I'm different,
I'm just one of you,
Its just that I've seen enough,
Which the world had for me to see,
So I wonder about that crazy place,
Just 'cause they accept me the way I am,
I was, I am and I'll always be this way,
A movey little shadow,
Which ought to be seen....
Dec 22, 2012
Dec 22, 2012 at 2:03 PM UTC
Dum dum dum
The dreaded sound of drum comes.
My corpse is painted, full coverage of red
How can a body be alive while the soul is dead?
Words, words are knives that aims to ****
Killing is no fun without suffering
Pleasure grows when pain last longer
Break the victim slowly
Just one at a time and don't forget to help them up
Bring them hope and see them stand up to their knees
Now, time to throw more knives until they fall
Let the crumbling hope be their last straw
Do you feel more pleasure?
Watching the hope crumbles as life disappear
In martyrdom I suffer
Yes, such idiocracy still exist
While my identity is gone
no more hope for this unknown entity
But in the same fate, you should not fall.
Dum dum dum
The dreaded sound of drum is gone.
Sep 12, 2019
Sep 12, 2019 at 9:51 PM UTC
They left a bible for our viewing pleasure
To tame our souls
As if fables can cure the twisted minds
That lurk beneath our skulls.
They left a bible for our burning pleasure
And we watched the flames eat the pages
Smiling as they screamed "you are ******
We didn't listen.
Apr 24, 2013
Apr 24, 2013 at 11:54 AM UTC
Can someone show me the verse in the bible where it says type "amen" and God will bless you?
Because I'm pounding the hell out of my laptop keys,
But yet, I'm still here staring blankly at my screen.
And I'm still sitting here suffering.
I'm still here day after day drawing the short end of the stick.
I'm still losing.
I'm still hurting.
I'm still trying.
But no matter what I'm going through,
I'm still, for some reason or another,
Typing "amen."
Aug 18, 2016
Aug 18, 2016 at 10:58 PM UTC
Watching the dumbing down of America
Idiocracy at its finest.
Selling the world
One latte at a time.
Being guilty of the former.
I too, have fallen victim
to the carnival stupor.
"I'll buy that for a dollar"
That...I'll have to borrow.
May 13, 2016
May 13, 2016 at 12:18 PM UTC
Blood. Hate. Fire. Steel. Control.
The ill intent of Zionist pigs lead the masses over a cliff labeled as a zenith of industry and freedom
Lives taken in exchange for false honor, awarded medals in the eye of bloodthirsty media ******
but neglected by the country for which they laid down life and limb
How long can this house of cards hold before imploding upon the innocent at no expense of the same warmongers that catalyzed the casualty of a nation of sheep
Jun 22, 2014
Jun 22, 2014 at 7:20 AM UTC
I don't get it, why do people live vicariously
through the viciousness and indirect idiocracy
ludicrous plots And sub par sub plots
why is it, then that dramas, not even very good ones got so hot?
I mean I have nothing against a drama if it's done correctly
but respect me and and my intelligence if you're going to write a dramatic show make it worth my investment
Give me a reason to watch again
don't just rely on Facebook posts from my friends
I won't extol anything that doesn't hold my attention I'm glad a show with a black cast is making it past my community onto others around the country but it just doesn't appeal to me
Mar 2, 2015
Mar 2, 2015 at 3:09 PM UTC
In the age of
Idiocracy and oblivion
Choose
What you believe in
Choose
Who you believe in
Make them see
Make them listen
Make them realize
You are a piece of life
As well
On par with them
Jun 23, 2020
Jun 23, 2020 at 9:02 PM UTC
I think I'm gonna buy myself a bomb
to destroy this blasé mirage,
with a mortuaries brush and a bullet
I'll paint myself in blood to camouflage
the scars of belief etched upon
my scowling, juvenile face
a brainwashed idiocratic believer
following the languishing entity far up in space -
conscience ridden with bruises and hickies
flesh burns, prickles and stings
I'm merely a pawn, deluded with disdain,
one of thy lord's pathetic playthings
I don't need no one, anyone,
I'm the sole writer of my fate
the world will crumble 'neath my feet
as the Angels weep at it's sorry state
I'll **** the blood from life's
bare, fresh-skinned neck
piercing jugulars, cavorting with insanity
pulling continuous jokers from within my deck
and then you know what I'll do next?
As I push myself to the crowd's fore?
I'll active the dynamite strapped to my chest
and blow my writhing guts all over the floor -
Oh
I think I'm gonna buy myself a bomb,
hide the detonator in the waistband just above my hip,
then I'm gonna board a flight to America
and pay tribute to the despotic ruler I worship.
Jul 15, 2015
Jul 15, 2015 at 4:53 PM UTC