I don’t think too much about it I just write from whatever
direction the wind’s blowing I
have no flags to wave I don’t believe in ‘things’ so I got no use for flags I have no
cause to affect and
no mission to accomplish I already
set myself free as befits a man of my temperament
I have no beef with anyone in the normal flow of events but when some numb nutted bovine brained worm tongued would-be Wordsworth wanders lonely as a fucking cloud across MY horizon I figure why shoot the breeze when you can shoot the messenger? I bark bullets I don’t take prisoners I don’t have the facilities
I dish out summary execration to anyone waxing lyrical on the virtues of agape or how their soul is stirred by nature’s beauty I read them their rights before I ram my muzzle home and loose my words BLAM! d’ya feel that? BLAM! BLAM! do you understand? BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! any questions? then we’re done here one less polygluttonous book maggot wasting good paper
*This
work is entirely fictitious and any resemblance to person or persons actual or
fictional is purely co-incidental. The views expressed here are not necessarily
not the views of the author.
oh I agree
ReplyDeleteexactly!
ReplyDeleteexactly, sir!!!
and so powerfully said! bravo!
ReplyDeleteThank you GypsyWoman. Those bullets are for real. Remember - no prisoners, we aint got the room!
ReplyDeleteFreedom/More than a word/Say it like you see it/Shoot from the hip/Speak your truth from the lip/
ReplyDeleteI got no time for that established trash that muddies the waters either...
That’s right Robert, a good man always knows those imitations, no Miranda rights for those suckers – those people are guilty until they’re proven guilty - so just shoot ‘em - nothing wrong with a little shooting - as long as the right people get shot!
ReplyDeleteno room, nor inclination, sir!
ReplyDeletelove monk's comment - shoot from the hip, speak your truth from the lip!!!
Wow - you know when I first wrote that line it actually said 'I don’t take prisoners, I don’t have the room, or the inclination.' I think it's a case of great minds - rather than fools seldom, don't you? Yes, Robert hit the target alright. Remember, shoot first and issue citations later. Thank you GypsyWoman - ever a pleasure.
ReplyDeleteAnd shake shake down
ReplyDeleteThe wordsworth clowns of tart trees
past classical brains whithered
pulp no more as future dreams
need awaken to be the being away
from the ways of false lore that led
to simplicity industrialistic societies
that waste our minds to negativity
and anxiety bled
again and again we cannot douse the blemish
and away the sent killers roam
to annihilate the dead dreams of dreamers dead to allow the new standard to be free
to forget the past idolatry that's only left us shallow and plastic, weak willed elastics
pop sensations of blind following trends
will all at once come to an end
as Earth rears her heart
and floods away humanity!
Praise the day
praise the day away into
the new freedoms destroy DESTROY
DESTROY THE OLD ideals and blast all away
you are now the soldiers of destiny
preserve history
reject stupidity
and actually live
....now exhale....
Wow! Thanks for the inspiration, my friend!
NO where as deep as yours!
Your piece was like a roller coaster!
Magnificent! This character is longing to release himself of all ills like a prisoner falsely imprisoned.. as w become in our day to day grind.
Yo!
'The Wordsworth clowns of tart trees' - I love it Urban Hippie, beautiful comment. Ain’t you sick of the effete elite, navel gazing, banner servants, telling us this - is that. Lecturing from a plastic dais while conducting their unfinished sympathy’s? Curtain twitching, window worriers who tell us art should reflect the ideal – because they reject the real. Agoraphobic identity jugglers - who have to find themselves in books so they can write it down in other peoples words and then wave it like a fucking flag while they march to the music of somebody else’s long dead band. I got no time to worry about who I am, or what shape the world is. I gotta put meat on this table and I ain’t gonna find it in here.
ReplyDeleteA man's got to know his limitations, a piece of philosophy that has always been a guiding rule for me.
ReplyDeleteI do feel lucky tho', you fired six shots.
Well, to tell you the truth Kinkynik in all this excitement I kind of lost track myself, but I think your right. I suppose your gun is still loaded - smart arse! Thanks Nik - you're always welcome.
ReplyDeleteThis is a hate message you sad loser
ReplyDeleteThat it is - fuckwit
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