~Thought For the Day~ Ode to The Tools: A Rant in Rhyme duplicitous Nosferatu, soulless yet serene perched upon a curvy couch, Wayne’s World sans ripped jeans such xenophobic zealotry portrays a village rife with big O others liable for your bitter lot in life the echo chamber mass produces leggy Dr. Dooms forever dropping bombshells that go thud instead of boom but doublespeak ad nauseam, repeated enough times, fits Mr. Grumpy Britches preexisting paradigms where empathy is toxic, where facts are kryptonite, where history’s parted out for scrap, where guts dictate the right where future children gaze from bunker hills yet unavowed reprogrammed to spot mushrooms in every fluffy cloud the ancient incantations spoken, profiteers arise the battle hymn hijacked anew before our misty eyes to arm the latest rebels ‘gainst the parting gifts of yore from the comfort of your armchair circa 1984 complicit watchdogs twist and shout this blind man’s whack-a-mole the hypnotic droning mantra floats you to the water hole where once was raised a frothy toast to peace and love and mud but now serves up recycled tea to zombies soaked with blood Yes, pipe dreams leak in time to join the noxious stream of bile that coats the wings of aged doves, now substance after style O super nova spangled star! O tattered pirate sails! We’re off to trade more hammers for boxes filled with nails
Posted on: Mon, 30 Jun 2014 00:23:08 +0000
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