Change for the better comes hard for most of us so we go the easy and reckless ways we’ve been taught…
Processed to pleasure our favorite foods, no regulations and absolutely no safety rules..
Modified cornstarch, mono dextrin and sugar affects us like *******. Another snack, another drink, I like my toxins plain, indeed I spend my food stamps on Coca-Cola and sugary things!
Bushels and bushels of fruits fortified with fructose! Lactose is is making us fat, and now our hearts have extra plaque.
There’s nothing safe on the shelfs at our stores, smell those baked goods near the front door.
Thank goodness, we have insulin to remove the sugar from our blood… There’s no need to resist the seed oil sludge. Oh yes and secondary moments that last too long, waste no time trying to get strong. I’ll have another ******* and a box of those delicious Dingdongs!

He’s the devil and they’re in hell. The war has little soul left to sell. Starving, bombing, grinding them under, death camp of missiles and the heavy hand of thunder! No hope left and nothing new, the world just watches until it’s through.

If I had a lot of money
I’d be worried,
the US Treasury has lost it’s currency.
If I were rich I’d buy land,
a place to home my fellow human.
I’d support peace efforts over seas.
Ukraine and Israel’s would have a special hit list just for me!
If I had Elon or gates money
I’d buy our government
and fire them all
and find honest people to install.
If I had the worth of the top one percent, everyone would own and no one pay rent..
But until I hit big I’ll do all I can
even the poor can win in the end!

Like a fine automobile she runs beautifully,
flaunting a polished platinum exterior
and a freshly tune up engine.
Unfortunately
the junk in the trunk,
always rumble and thumps..
I often wondered what she’s is hauling and why she needs to dump.

I can hardly recall less than 90% of my life. Bits and dramatic pieces, death and traumatic strife. I remember the good time in a hazy fuzzy blur, I recall the way it felt when my wife was giving birth.
Yet I can’t actually recall all the years between,
between the time I was a pauper til the time I was the king.

I am forgivable
I am forgettable
It’s up to you
To just let it go!
Or hold on tight
As long as you can
But you should know
I don’t give a ****
It’s your life
It’s your heart
I never meant to tear it apart.
Still I will not remain in the hell
Of the victimhood
You’re trying to sell.

I am death
You **** with me
I’ll sentence you to life!
I’ll make you hold on
For all your might!
I’ll control your heart beat
As well as it’s break
Don’t **** with me
For goodness sake’s!

As of yet I haven’t received enough information to make an assessment on the ingrained craziness in this beautiful world.
It’s the continual attention to the chaos that distorts pure love.
So I close my eyes for just a moment and send a prayer out to the suffering universe.
Then I’m on my merry way!

I cannot be contained
in any social constructions..
Nor can I be indoctrinated into some imperialistic corruption.
I could never comply
with rulers that ignore our constitution nor with the unelected deep state’s evil solutions.

I’ll teach and preach ‘til I turn blue, my hands are tied, I’m counting on you!