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Ravenous greed increasingly doesn’t even bother to put on the traditional sheep’s clothing. Of coarse, razing the notion that greed is good still needs to be pointed out heartily.

Clothes Enough

“Beware of wolves in wolves’ clothing”

They wore their lies
Like the wholly of all whollies
Conceiving as almost pregnant
With passability
As just a bout attire
Spinning like atop
Veiled by well-heeled hoods
Thinking they are using
Their noggin
As if
Ahead
When as a madder of fact
All butt proven
With caps in asses
Hanging out
As frocked
Embarrassingly out of joint
So illicit-ing US
To ignore apparel unmatched
Draped in stripes
And any fashion rhyming with orange
More than thread bear
With such border lyin’ personalities
Yet as awe most
Those who stand against
No such guise
At that dis quieting point
Wear naked truth
Is clothes enough

Honesty does not require brutality.

Disarming Honesty

Heed consider it
Disarming honesty
Lopping off limbs
As might right and left
As dead would
In there vary own forced
Never as well
Received
Rather in loo
The aftermath
Winsome loose sum
Frankly, hot dogging it
Every now and agin
As sin sear as can be
Even fourth Reichness
As a demonstrable hit
And down for account
Is it passable
Too heed lessness
And what might be
Just awe kinds of weighs
Entreating others

Giving my take on give and take, taken in bye a take, take, take whirled.

Something Has To Give

Living in
A whirled
Of take, take, take
Taken in
Something has to give
As dam lessens
Open the flood gaits
Of walking the walk
Over
Coming
As zero sum game
Give or take
As I eminently
Get it
Turning out rather something
Someone
Has to give
And it might
As well
Be me

A Lenten poem:

Lent Not Enough

Many years a go
I gave up
Lent for lent
Even sow
God has designs on me
Living lent
365 days a year
Every mourning
Over multiple daze
Slowly fasting
From ashes to ashes
To the wholly of holies
Alm’ed to the teeth
Weather wins south
Nor’easter
In compassing awe
Ever kneaded

For life? Give it up…for life.

This Little Alight of Mine

In alight of God unearth
That day may show up
When I offer up
These poems
A bask it know longer
Covering this little alight
Of mine
A treasure of gems dropped
In obscurity
Soully to be found
As real eyes mete
Concrete and steal
Of a brutalizing whirled
Awe ways standing
In concert with hearts singing
Billed as stories
Of sky scrapers caste a bout
And awe tolled
I was hear
How ever list in
And take in aback
Soully wanting
Solid-heir-ity
With those presente
And a future worth living

Shhh…it the truth…

Everything is a Conspiracy

Everything is a conspiracy
As God conspires hour vary existence
Inspiring
Expiring
Prayers
Preyers
Ineffable
F-able
Converging into won
Awe there is
Wholly word
Till utter breathlessness
Peers
And dis peers
Plotting a long
With mere fig leaves
And legal briefs
Wiled filing
As wearing oaths
Breaching every berth
The soul law
Love
The wholly sublime
Conspiracy of awe
More than just us
For good

Resist now. Fight for awe of our rights.

Fascism Rapped in a Bow

Fascism is rapping at adore
Power surrendered to the awe powerful
Rich richered
Poor poured
Like sow much effluent
Right sized means
Pauper austerity
As a share crapper
With far-flung shoulding
A grave matter of will
Presently bow
Yak knowledge
What is the best weigh
To void a load of crop
Giving up
Hour cede
For but a few seasons
As for shadow record yields
Stomaching our own
Fecund surrender
Screwing generations to come
With ever-lusting public preyer
What will it
Take
To cough up this heir ball
A monstrous masquerade
Fore humanity
Yet re-cast by billions
With stand
Take
Our righteous plays
As human kind
More than kin imagine
Resisting on a million affronts
Dancing circles around
Their corrupt takings
Effacing them a cotillion times
And when some won
Comes to our adore
There is soully won admission prize
To our sacred dance floor
A level playing feeled fore awe
That won condition
Presently bow
To our shared fete

This poem is metaphor for the process where our beautifully eccentric and unique lives are laundered and collated into impersonal data for greater algorithmic control.

Butterfly Affect

“Plagiarism is the highest form of flattery. Stealing from one is plagiarism; stealing from many is research.”

Plagiarism is
The highest forum of flattery
Like a butterfly
Fluttering it swing
With unyearned affects
Herd round the world
Pulled off a thousand times
And pocketed by many
Is sum thing
Dubbed
Research
That slight
Deference between
Etymology and entomology

If you are bewildered, you may be just, catching on. Still, weather the tide coming in or going out, there are things too due.

Due Something

Here I sit
Wading for the tide to change
As ponder US
From see to see
The gravity of being mooned
And awe the wile
Like a fish out of water
Oar humanity
Without heir
It’s a life bout