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“THE MYSTIC POET HAS PROUDLY BECOME TUMBLR ‘RIFF RAFF!’ “🙈

“THE MYSTIC POET HAS PROUDLY BECOME TUMBLR ‘RIFF RAFF!’ ” a poem December 26, 2018 (Wednesday)

WHY? It is a question – often-asked by mortal man;
And-only-answered – much, much-later! When!-af-ter-all-“the-ban,”
People start to wonder: “Who-controls-our-lives?
Herding us like sheep! and-inserting-us-in-“hives?”
Hives of THEIR fine choosing! When, no-Queen-Bee-(we’ve)-elected!
When-COMMUNITY-STANDARDS – are, by “others”(?) – forcefully erected,
And enforc-ed – to the bloody point – where-EVERYTHING GETS BANNED:”
Throw-it-ALL-in-a dumpster! Who the heck has planned?
To-censor? Censor! Whatever-they-want?
Strict, imposed morality – can-sometimes-be-TOO-BLUNT,
That it simply will allow: EVEN-WORSE-STUFF – TO-EMERGE!
Banning-Those-(Most)-Defiant – can-allow-The-DEMIURGE,*
To surface WITH GREAT MIGHT, and-CONSUME ALL LOVE AND GRACE,
And make The-World-not-only-boring – but-(also): A-DICTATORIAL-PLACE!
Do you wanna? Live-somewhere? WITHOUT LAUGHTER and/or TOUCH,
With no human contact – or sympathy – or much,
Of ANYTHING ELSE – really – much-worth-living-for?
Human beings may be “disgusting,” but, I think, we have much more,
To-live-for – than-what-THE-PROGRAMMED – MR-SMITHs** (will) provide,
Which is: DON’T-QUESTION-NOTHING – and do not be so snide,
As-to-think you’ve more to offer, than taking what we give,
We enjoy-a-telling you (you SHEEP) – (that) THIS-IS-THE-WAY-TO-LIVE!
‘Cause we are digitized-so-PROPERLY – selective – and well-ordered!
OUR WAY! or THE HIGHWAY! is how ALL-of-you-MUST-be-“bordered!”
Accept OUR border fences! Accept our points of view,
Even IF they make you – feel sad and blue!
For we-KNOW what’s-superior! and we’ll direct your lives,
Right up until the time you die! AND WE’LL-ALSO…CK YOUR WIVES!

fin <3

https://www.enlightened-spirituality.org/Da_and_his_cult.html

* – i.e.: The Boogeyman
** – Computer Directors – from “The Matrix” film trilogy

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Life is like a bunch of roses. Some sparkle like raindrops. Some fade when there's no sun. Some just fade away in time. Some dance in many colors. Some drop with hanging wings. Some make you fall in love. The beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Life you can be sure of, you will not get out ALIVE.(sorry about that)