Bonus Poem of the Week: Sick Freaks: Another Rant about Conspiracy Theorists

Sick Freaks: Another Rant about Conspiracy Theorists
March 20, 2017

Sick freaks
Sick and stupid
Stupid about reality
Stupid with delusions
Delusions over tragedy
Delusions about the truth
Truth irrefutable
Truth that they deny
Deny with contrived logic
Deny with lies
Lies they tell themselves
Lies they tell others
Others they hope to influence
Others who know better
Better to know the real story
Better be careful
Careful with what you see
Careful with what you hear
Hear from these Kool-Aid drinkers
Hear from these finger-pointers
Pointers we all must learn
Pointers we all must remember
Remember concerning these jackasses
Remember, yet forget
Forget with each spam post
Forget with each space-stealing video
Video that gets countless views
Video that proves nothing of credibility
Credibility of any hoax
Credibility of the “truth”
Truth is that they’re immature
Truth is that they’re insensitive
Insensitive towards victims’ families
Insensitive towards survivors
Survivors trying to move on
Survivors who must still endure
Endure the trauma
Endure the drama
Drama we, too, suffer through
Drama they spread ‘round the world
World already a mess
World too vast
Vast and chaotic
Vast for any secret society to handle
Handle with its loosely connected members
Handle across each and every civilization
Civilization doesn’t need these assholes
Civilization doesn’t need these psychos
Assholes
Psychos

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Poem of the Week: The Obsessors

The Obsessors
October 5, 2016

Spineless, whiny brats living in the past
Will not wake to see tomorrow at all,
Lest it’s to make bitter memories last
For the rest of us trying to stand tall
In the wake of history foul and sad
That refuses to stay history ‘cause
These fools live to forever make us mad,
Never once taking a moment to pause,
Let the obvious be, and further more
Learn a lesson or two from the affair
‘Pon which to think for many years and more.
Only then will they at last start to care.
Stop milking the past! We’ve all heard enough.
No more will we pay for your childish stuff.

*****

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Poem of the Week: Era of the Doomsayer

Era of the Doomsayer
September 28, 2015

Psychos, psychos everywhere, bringing me to my knees,
Preaching ‘bout doom and Judgment Day, saying whatever they please,
No matter the lack of logic, for they’ve no common sense—
Not that they’d listen anyway, no matter how much folks dispense.

Reason is alien to them, they’re so set in their ways,
Waiting for Armageddon, proclaiming the End of Days,
No one with any understanding of why certain things are—
Just empty overreacting, their own song carving the scar.

So loudly and often do they preach about the end of the world
About how the cosmos will pluck Earth off its axis and hurl
Our beloved planet into darkness that if I didn’t know better,
If they’d any weapons of mass destruction, they’d do just that altogether.

The way they go on about the “End Times,” I’m left to think
These people want the world to die and humanity thus extinct.
Why anyone would want that is beyond my comprehension,
But it disturbs me to where I wish I lived in another dimension.

These people are of a dangerous mind and must be watched at all costs,
For if not, they might do something rash, and who knows what’ll be lost?
I can’t imagine what it’d be to turn someone down this path,
But one thing’s for sure, and that’s that I’m disturbed by their wrath.

‘Tis the era of the doomsayer, dangerous and ill-informed,
And all who’re striving for better in this world had best be warned,
For another brand of sickos roams our city streets day and night,
And only Heaven knows when they’ll snap and make us put up a fight.

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Bonus Poem of the Week: Lunatics Like You

Lunatics Like You
June 11, 2015

You said you’ve done your research, then you opened up your mouth,
And from your first sentence on, your argument went south,
For anyone with a working mind can already tell
That you don’t know Fresca from feces or Heaven from Earth from Hell.
You babble on about topics you’ve clearly no knowledge of
And show your utter ignorance about that which you don’t love.
You rant about lost knowledge you claim has been hidden for years
That even a fool can discover, should said fool have eyes and ears.
You twist well-known facts around to satisfy an end
And regurgitate these lies in exchange for support from your friends.
You play upon paranoia others have of the unknown,
Hoping they’ll be gullible to accept your words as their own.
You preach about a “New World Order” conquering society,
Claiming to warn all about the chaos that might be,
When in reality, you’re the one egging on the rebellion
In hopes of toppling the tyrants according to your own mind, hellion,
And shattering the masses’ hopes for peace and prosperity
That could’ve been the product of what you’d overthrow, you see.
Alas, you claim these despots are keeping knowledge from you—
Knowledge that, if you had it, what exactly would you do?
Would you do precisely what you’re accusing them of
And bend the common folk to your will while you attained all the power
You could until your life expired, spending every hour
Gathering every odd and end of information you could
To fulfill an ultimate conclusion that might not prove to be good?
Then who’d the autocrat be after all? Who’d be the maniac?
Who’d be the subjugating fiend for others to attack?
Who’d be no better than Hitler, out to serve only himself?
Come now! Stop with your lies, you hyperbolic whelp.
Why would you want all the knowledge in the world anyway
When you know you wouldn’t use it responsibly on any day?
Don’t you know knowledge is only worth what it’s used for,
Regardless of who’s using it or behind how many doors?
Besides, can your mind even process the facts you may find,
Especially considering those you misconstrued at one time?
Are you sure your mind won’t melt from all the mental pressure
You just might suffer upon accumulating such treasure?
You barely know how to use the knowledge you’ve collected now
For anyone’s benefit but your own, so don’t try to be a sow
And hog it all and misuse it, for I can pretty much guarantee
Things’ll only be worse than before for everyone—you, me,
Your very own clueless legions and everyone else we know,
So please do the world a favor and don’t bring about more woe,
For we’ve already suffered enough from lunatics like you,
And we can’t afford to suffer anymore hitting us out of the blue.
Now, clean up your act, silence yourself, and don’t say another word.
Your inane, groundless hypotheses are the worst I’ve ever heard.

*****

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Poem of the Week: Memo for the Common Conspiracy Theorist

Memo for the Common Conspiracy Theorist
October 14, 2014

Your heart black like coal, your mouth spouting fire,
A child without a soul; a blatant, obnoxious liar
Quick to place blame on anyone you can,
Screaming without shame, a foul shell of a man.
In narcissism you wallow, weaving your web of deceit
With claims so vapid and hollow to lay at the feet
Of those who’re wise to you and won’t buy into your drama
Who cast smirking eyes on you and counter with, “Yo’ mama!”
‘Fore laughing and strolling away, for you’re just a joke—
To some of us, leastways, you thick, blustering bloke.
To others, you’re a scourge with all your ill-mannered ways,
Begging to be purged so we can all see better days.
A broken record you are, singing the same old song,
Offending folks near and far as you’ve done for so long,
Screaming “Inside job!” ‘bout given tragedies,
Firing off your gob, trying to bring to their knees
The sensible of society with your childish mind games,
So devoid of propriety, so perverted, so insane,
Abusing your freedom of speech as though you were born to,
Harassing us ‘til we’re numb or peeved ‘nough to holler, “Screw you!”
You’re just so full of hot air and insincerity,
And you clearly don’t care ‘bout the sensitivities
You reawaken each time you dare to speak.
Your sermons are such a crime ‘gainst humanity, you freak!
Such is why I feel compelled to speak up myself
And proclaim I want you expelled from everybody else
Soon, somehow, some way for the sake of the status quo
‘Fore you further ruin our days with your words of woe.
Good riddance, you sack of scum! You’re a burden to us all.
You’ve overstayed your welcome. Now it’s time for you to fall.
Crawl back into the hole from which you’ve slithered out,
And as you ponder the toll of the damage you’ve brought about.
I hope you reflect on all you’ve said and done
And have remorse for the dreck you’ve so recklessly spun,
For right now, here’s the deal: Society needs
At long last a chance to heal, for we’ve no blood left to bleed.

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