Anybody seen the news recently?
Reluctant and weary, intrinsically.
Embodied empowerment feeding me cycles of gut-wrenching moral bull-shittery.
Signaling virtue admirably, amicably splitting the tragedy,
fantasy resolution from the silent truth that's misinterpreted finitely.
Belief is the primary weapon of devils, and faith is the trick up their sleeve.
Realigning immorality with morality; legalizing as they please.
Philosophical conjecture, lecture cycles leading towards the rapture,
practicing rape as a matter of economic disparity is a fucking disaster!
"Well FiD, I see what you mean. Let's pick up next week." Said with smiles, and winks.
So I gather my things, and I spark up my weed, and I wonder how this could be happening.
I'm a simple man.
I like being alone.
I act out of pride for my family, and home.
I live by a code, and that code is unbroken, and most of the time it remains unspoken.
A bond, like a promise, to fellow humans that the way I do this isn't evil.
That my intentions are set within boundaries self-inflicted and with clear direction.
That I won't take from those who have given enough.
That I won't act without provocation.
That I won't feed the fungal degenerate generation that bastardized "right."
That I will fight for the weary, and carry their struggles, even if none of it will affect me.
That I won't follow impurity spewed from the mouths of those aligned with Christianity.
And recently, additions have been made, and I swear to my friends and strangers the same, that I will never be Orange.
Poetry by Phill
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Written on 2019-06-04 at 18:58
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Contemporary America (unfinished)
Bitterness eating me peacefully.Reluctant and weary, intrinsically.
Embodied empowerment feeding me cycles of gut-wrenching moral bull-shittery.
Signaling virtue admirably, amicably splitting the tragedy,
fantasy resolution from the silent truth that's misinterpreted finitely.
Belief is the primary weapon of devils, and faith is the trick up their sleeve.
Realigning immorality with morality; legalizing as they please.
Philosophical conjecture, lecture cycles leading towards the rapture,
practicing rape as a matter of economic disparity is a fucking disaster!
"Well FiD, I see what you mean. Let's pick up next week." Said with smiles, and winks.
So I gather my things, and I spark up my weed, and I wonder how this could be happening.
I'm a simple man.
I like being alone.
I act out of pride for my family, and home.
I live by a code, and that code is unbroken, and most of the time it remains unspoken.
A bond, like a promise, to fellow humans that the way I do this isn't evil.
That my intentions are set within boundaries self-inflicted and with clear direction.
That I won't take from those who have given enough.
That I won't act without provocation.
That I won't feed the fungal degenerate generation that bastardized "right."
That I will fight for the weary, and carry their struggles, even if none of it will affect me.
That I won't follow impurity spewed from the mouths of those aligned with Christianity.
And recently, additions have been made, and I swear to my friends and strangers the same, that I will never be Orange.
Poetry by Phill
Read 650 times
Written on 2019-06-04 at 18:58
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