06/08/2024
My right foot hurts!
My right foot always hurts.
Even when my right foot is not hurting.
Believe you me, It hurts.
Born the last of Howard Alexander
and Lummie Mae Wright’s brood.
Yep! I was the one they chose to stop at.
Imagine that.
Here in a world, this place where hostility
accompanies chaos, to her every concerted performance.
Philosophy and her sister, Misery, taking a stroll.
Arriving at Relevant's house, where
Miss Misery, Greed and Lies , are seemingly always present.
In a mythological kingdom
where fear is king and its mongering used against its citizens in everything.
Yes it is, from forms of distortion, deception not to mention displacement of them also.
Starting with theirs and then becoming
our pathetic need to contribute towards.
Putting them down, in order to stand upon their backs.
To enable us to peer over that fence of our own discomforting reality.
Consumed by our very own self hatred.
Hating others, so as to not hold ourselves hostage.
S*x slaves to our subliminal conscience.
Sold and told, hoping too.
That those lies we so trust in, do be true.
Supremacy, to what?
Some alien substance in my DNA, should I believe so?
Exist a subject that reigns me to be.
Supreme to him and her and to others unlike or like me.
Let me see.
Why would my diseased needs. To be better than the next man,
lead me to foolishly think of myself as nobel.
Would that not be more noble, my becoming wiser than the blinded that I was once.
Okay without meandering with the flavors at hand.
Allow me to simply say.
We are 12 strains of Hue-man, with an abundance of genetic engineering.
We are the only species on the planet.
That is coerced to pay. To live on her Free Earth!
And so true do we, beneath this reptilian consciousness
As we dwell upon this united state of sleepfulness.
Awaiting the American Dream.
This systematically owned and operated society.
Deceptive and insidious in their
transcontinental commercial cesspool of filthy intent.
Here’s what they have to offer to their citizens.
The desire to but not the opportunity nor the space, to escape the matrix.
To becoming free from a system unfit to affirm hue-man
life.
Where mistreatment and treatment.
Or the ever shrinking choices that we are faced with today.
Cash or Credit plastic or paper.
Not to leave out, aisle or window.
We have not reached a point.
We have been in this illusion that began long ago.
Here, it was before we were. And will be here when we are gone.
It used to be around 12 thirteen, when we got around that chance.
Wanting to escape to another place and step off the planet.
Maybe a few loose and a quart of suds.
Knowing after the buzz of it all.
School(mental incarceration) was always there the day after.
We all want to escape, it is just that kind of hostility.
That we’d prefer to leave outside with her sister, chaos!
Every generation gets younger and younger.
Weaker and weaker
More knowledgeable and advanced than those preceding them.
Mental mechanics, that is.
Now that they have made it so.
Your kids can escape beneath their ceiling night sky. Whilst electronically intoxicated in their very own bedroom.
Imagine that!
On screen(DEM!) Digital Electronic Morphine.)
In their bed rooms they are no longer in touch with this place.
8 to 12
Their screen monitors hell.
Just stepped off the planet and said fiduk, that.
I aint cleaning up s**t!,
See ya when I get back.
