Poem of the Week: Sick of the Bickering

Sick of the Bickering
June 6, 2017

Sick of the bickering, sick of the hating,
Sick of the insults we’ve all been trading,
Sick of the radicals pointing fingers
At each other and feeding that which lingers,
Sick of the drama and emotional sting
Upon which we’re all fixed over the slightest thing,
Sick of that which we but start to address,
Yet fail to solve day in, day out without rest,
Sick of double standards and self-servitude,
Sick of people being patronizing and rude,
Sick of name-calling and accusations,
Sick of twisted truths sweeping ‘cross the nation,
Sick of each lie and excuse I read and hear,
Sick of the blind hatred and unjustified fear,
Sick of the agendas tainting everyone’s mind,
Sick of insulting labels slapped on everyone’s behind,
Sick of thin-skinned brats fighting fire with fire
With the slightest misspoke word stoking folks’ ire,
Sick of the followers of a given cause
Getting their backs ‘gainst a wall, not stopping to pause
And think about their mission and what makes it great
As well as those who plague it with their hate,
Which they use to bash outsiders, their chosen enemies,
When they’ve obstacles already to pass with little ease.
Sick of propaganda being shoved in my face
And folks without my code calling me a disgrace
For keeping my own counsel and following my own rules
And not suffering those who take me for a fool
And talking down to me like I don’t know better
When my sensibilities have helped me weather
More crap than they could even start to understand
In this bitter, paranoid powder keg of a land.
Never will they get it ‘cause they’re too blind
To see how I keep from falling behind.
Outside looking in, I’ve got the edge,
Ears wide open as I peek over the hedge
And see for myself what the hell’s going on
And tune in to the ever-nauseating song
We’ve been hearing for years, if not, in fact, decades
While society all around us further degrades
Into something even more tragic than before,
And it’s gotten to where we clearly can handle no more.
When will we grow up? When will we move on?
When will we sing something other than the same song
We’ve all been singing for clearly way too long?
When will we realize we’ve been doing it wrong?
When will we at last learn that disdain’s not the way
We need to follow if we’re to bring in a better day?
Something’s got to change. Something’s got to give
‘Cause I’m sick of how things are now. They’re no way to live.
It’s time to wake up, people, if we ever hope
To reach even the base of Xanadu’s mighty slopes,
Much less their pinnacles, where we long should’ve been,
So let’s stop it with these feuds we’ve been in
And learn to work together before it’s too late.
Let go of your anger, rise above your hate,
And let’s learn to cooperate so that we
Can ensure a brighter future for you and me.
No more lashing out, bickering, or hating,
No more of the insults we’ve been trading,
Or any of the other crap that’s made me sick.
I’m sure you all, too, have had enough of it.


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Poem of the Week: Stupid Media, Stupid People

Stupid Media, Stupid People
March 10, 2017

Stupid media
Stupid people
People without standards
People with dead morals
Morals gone down the toilet
Morals and values
Values we all should have
Values we’ve all given up on
On movie screens
Screens filled with bleakness
Screens filled with gratuitous crap
Crap like brazen sex
Crap like excessive violence
Violence already rampant
Violence without levity
Levity from toxic stimuli
Levity that we all need
Need and want
Need but don’t have
Have we no spine
Have we no mind
Mind to reject this filth
Mind to demand better
Better for tomorrow’s generation
Better from media creators
Creators with more cash than credibility
Creators with more praise than talent
Talent elsewhere being ignored
Talent elsewhere being rejected
Rejected for little to no reason
Rejected at the gate
Gate locked tightly
Gate locked shut
Shut on new ideas
Shut on fresh ideas
Ideas that could reinvigorate
Ideas that could revitalize
Revitalize a scene so stale
Revitalize a scene so deprived
Deprived of vitality
Deprived of human interest
Interest from a new generation
Interest in something different
Different times
Different measures
Measures to be taken seriously
Measures to be taken now


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Poem of the Week: Something for Nothing

Hello, readers!

Has it ever angered any of you when people who more or less do nothing at all in their lives receive an insane amount of fame and fortune while so many other people in the world bust their backs on a regular basis to earn a single paycheck or, worse yet, try to find a decent job that will provide them just that? If so, then I hope the following sestina will resonate with you in such a sense. Without further ado, then, here’s Something for Nothing. Please enjoy!


Something for Nothing
June 7, 2013

Sometimes people can be such assholes
When it comes to accepting responsibility,
Being more content to dodge it instead
Of actually owning up and accepting
That which Fate has given them and making
The most out of it for their own benefit.

It’s just all too easy nowadays for people to benefit
From simply sitting around their homes being assholes,
And yet, there are so many out there making
Tracks in their search for responsibility
And to make matters worse is how accepting
Society is of all this mess when one would think it’d be vice-versa instead.

Whatever happened to when blood, sweat, and tears got one places instead
Of sitting on one’s indolent ass reaping benefit after benefit—
When one had to work hard and earn what one wanted before accepting
It as opposed to simply knowing the right group of assholes—
When being an adult and showing responsibility
Was the key to determining how much of an income one would be making?

Now look at the mess our civilization has been making
When we all can turn things around and fix them instead
Of sitting by idly and forsaking our responsibility
To see to it that the back-breaking masses benefit
For their hours upon hours of mental and physical labor while all the assholes
Get jack squat for doing jack squat and of the new status quo learn to be accepting.

After all, why should we be accepting
Of these back-asswards circumstances we’ve been making
That punish hard workers yet reward lazy assholes?
Why can’t it be the other way around instead?
Last time I checked, such a model has oftentimes provided more benefit
To those who were too grown up to shirk adult responsibility.

We all must rise up and accept responsibility
And learn to stop being so mindlessly accepting
Of the current way of things where sloth and ignorance benefit.
If ever there was a time for us to be making
Progress as a civilization, that time would be now instead
Of sometime after we end up breeding a new generation of assholes…

…so no more enabling society’s assholes! Let them take on responsibility
And earn their keep instead, lest they don’t wish to be accepting
Of the progress our culture shall be making from which they refuse to benefit.


That should do it for this week. Hopefully, for those of you who are still waiting for your day to come, it will, and all your days of struggling will become little more than a distant memory, no matter how unpleasant. Aside from that, though, thank you for stopping by to check out my stuff, and as always, feel free to check out my author pages at Smashwords.com, Amazon.com, and Amazon.co.uk to familiarize yourselves with my current body of publications. In the meantime, happy reading!

Dustin M. Weber

Poem of the Week: Ostracized

How’s it going, readers?

This week, we’re going to keep it simple and take a look at the evils of prejudice with a little Shakespearean sonnet I’ve managed to compose called Ostracized. Please enjoy!


April 8, 2013

People are people, as it has been said,
And yet in this world, prejudice remains,
For some folks just can’t get it through their heads
That hating others only causes pain:
People cast away and made to believe
That they’re worth nothing and they don’t belong
Just ‘cause certain others poorly receive
Them ‘cause they somehow look, think, or act “wrong,”
Even if they themselves don’t hurt others.
Such has long been the superficial taint
That we’ve brought upon ourselves, my brothers
And sisters, and tolerable it ain’t.
It makes me sick to see folks ostracized
And forced to live such lonely, bitter lives.


Well, that pretty much wraps up this week’s “Poem of the Week.” Thank you all for stopping by once again, and I hope this piece has given you all a little bit of insight on how wrong it is for people to show unrestrained contempt for others just because they’re different from them in one way or another. In the meantime, feel free to come on back next week for yet another work of mine, and until then, don’t be shy about checking out my author pages at Smashwords.com, Amazon.com, and Amazon.co.uk to see which books I have available for purchase. otherwise, as always, folks, happy reading!

Dustin M. Weber

Poem of the Week: A Rant about People

How’s it going readers?

This week’s “Poem of the Week” is for each and every single person out there who’s ever been frustrated and disgusted with all the sick, twisted, and otherwise reprehensible people in society. Trust me, I, too, have come across many a freak, creep, and scumbag myself, but believe me when I tell you to never give up hope. Good people do exist in the world, after all, and though it’s a pain in the neck to try and find them, doing so is worth it in the end. In the meantime, for those times when you still need to vent about the people who don’t fit that bill, here’s a little something you can turn to as a means of helping you vent. Without further ado, then, here’s A Rant about People. Please enjoy!


A Rant about People

January 23, 2013


People really suck sometimes,

And it makes my poor teeth grind

That each new day,

They find a way

To drive me out of my mind.

From bullies to liars to trolls

And people who are just assholes—

Why they all exist,

I just barely get the gist,

But it makes my heart grow cold

Whenever I hear or see

On the radio or the TV

Or even read about

From a columnist’s mouth

Just how rotten people can be.

This world has become so overrun

With folks who look out for “Number One”

And nobody else

Aside from themselves

That it makes my head grow numb.

Apparently, as once said in the past,

Nice guys do finish last,

For no matter the place,

They won’t get in the face

Of anyone for fear of being crass,

Even when they know they’re right,

And when compelled to use their might

For right or for wrong,

They’re the first to say so long

And be punished for struggling with their plight.

It’s not even just them, though,

Who bring me all this woe,

But also those folks

Whose brains are made of smoke

And whose stupidity shows

In every action they take

And every decision they make,

And each of their blunders

Makes me wonder

How we became such a nation of flakes,

For the stupider people are,

The more likely they are to go far,

So forget hard work,

All you naïve jerks!

Effort won’t make you any kind of star.

In fact, the less wisdom you show,

The more notoriety you grow,

And it’ll be your face

Shown all over the place

On mag covers before you know.

Talent means nothing, either,

So long as you’re a believer

In the tramp named Lady Luck.

Then, no matter when you’re stuck

And so long as you never leave her,

Fame’s always yours for the taking,

As is the fortune you’ll be making,

No matter how much

You stink and such,

No matter how much skill you’re faking.

This world’s just messed up that way,

And it only gets worse with each day

That passes on by,

And I’m still asking why

It has to be this way.

I thus that I’ll soon see

A brighter day for people like me

Who, like brave fools,

Play by the rules

And try to be the best we can be,

Who are neither brimming with hate,

Nor stupidity incarnate,

But are average Joes and Janes

Who are trying to retain

Our sanity in this messed-up state.

When that’ll be, I can’t say,

But one thing’s for sure, leastways:

I can’t afford to give in,

So I’ll keep up my chin

And keep on living each day.

Still, things have got to change, and fast,

For this low-class era can’t last,

And I’ll be damned

If serving today’s hams

Doesn’t become a thing of the past.


That should do it for this week. Thanks again for stopping by and reading, everyone, and if you haven’t subscribed yet, please feel free to. Also feel free to share my work with your friends and family through whatever form of social media you use to connect with them, and as always, be sure to visit my author pages at Smashwords.com, Amazon.com, and Amazon.co.uk for a list of my current publications—particularly Smashwords.com, where my 25% off sale for January is still going for the next five days. It all ends on the 31st of this month, so place your purchase today. Otherwise, readers, thanks again for your time, and happy reading!


Dustin M. Weber