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Post by thefleetsin on Dec 1, 2021 21:52:57 GMT
dorothy and the outdated munitions factory
on a scale of one to ten
dorothy knew
that even
with a roomful of like-minded men
there wasn't
a chance in oz
of anyone stopping to pretend
that for
every school shooting
there'd be a chorus
of amens
all for the sake of appeasing
a pathway
to a world without end.
sjw 12/01/21 inspired at this very moment in time by the further adventures of dorothy in the land of oz.
from the 'bewitched series' of poems
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Post by thefleetsin on Dec 5, 2021 18:06:07 GMT
What about all the amens for white supremacist nutjobs at BLM protests in Wisconsin? oh, there's more than enough self-righteousness loosed by convictions on all sides to keep our american version of 'bury the bullet in the brainstem' busy for the next thousand years. cultures of death are fascinating studies in futility at its finest.
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Post by thefleetsin on Dec 7, 2021 22:56:02 GMT
oh, there's more than enough self-righteousness loosed by convictions on all sides to keep our american version of 'bury the bullet in the brainstem' busy for the next thousand years. cultures of death are fascinating studies in futility at its finest. And you’re above it all. i document the world, as i always have, as it whizzes by me. those who are enraptured by the thoughts, dreams and desires of the power hungry among us will never cease in their protocols of delusional domination. history is nothing if not a blueprint of one failed attempt after another to shelter us all under someone's weapons of mass delusion. above it all? oh if only. if only to have billions of hearts beating for one another. i am a dreamer.
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Post by thefleetsin on Dec 8, 2021 22:54:10 GMT
i document the world, as i always have, as it whizzes by me. those who are enraptured by the thoughts, dreams and desires of the power hungry among us will never cease in their protocols of delusional domination. history is nothing if not a blueprint of one failed attempt after another to shelter us all under someone's weapons of mass delusion. above it all? oh if only. if only to have billions of hearts beating for one another. i am a dreamer. You've been writing these poems for over ten years. I've never known why. the power of poetry needs not answer to why. it is; so i am. i imagine there are addictions far more tenuous to deal with than the spurterings of my autistic heart.
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