DivorceTake the breath,More Like This
rake the cess, forced to injest
Pulled flesh and dripping bones
Of all that's holy
Call to the phony
We're lapping up your lessons,
father's blessing on this repeated offense
Gives leeching of the sick new meaning
Take my life,
Play the chess, forced moves, in check
Stricken Queen and Cheating King
So, take my breath
No, take my life
This nuclear family detonates
on my barren heart right from the start
Fall's'past and winter blasts
Snowing fragments which won't last
I'll piece them together before they melt
rebuild the cast I'll smelt the sins
Reform the bond so distant and obscured by devil's mistress'
Midlife Crisis?If your childhood is all about play and learning,More Like This
and your teen years are all about sex and parties;
your thirties are all about responsibilities:
starting a family and climbing the corporate ladder, smartly-
your forties are the halfway point,
where you think about a future legacy,
'cause it's all downhill from here...
It's also the time of midlife crisis,
'cause like everything in the side-view mirrors,
your looming death is closer than it appears.
Sure, it's one thing to have a midlife crisis
if you've got that suburban home, the 3.4 kids,
the nice car, and the loving wife;
but is it really fair,
to call it a 'midlife crisis',
when you haven't really had a life?
When your childhood was a lonely drudge,
because you had no real friends:
everyone hated you,
and thought you were too weird;
and your so-called 'learning' was a chore,
because you didn't fit the moulds,
even though they said you were so-called 'gifted'
and apparently smarter than you appeared?
But how 'smart' were yo
NarrenfreiheitThe boss said: 'I want your thoughts on this,More Like This
'would you write me out a plan?'
'you have a knack for understanding things
in a way none of the other employees can.'
'I value your opinions,
and would like to give them consideration,
and I don't want you to think,
we never show our appreciation.'
So, you take that extra time,
and you lay out your thoughts-
spreadsheets and researched, bulleted lists,
every idea carefully caught.
The day comes to make your presentation,
and you do the best you can do...
'Hey, thanks for taking the time,
but I'd actually made my choice long before I asked you.'
'But I do appreciate the way
that you took the time to lay this out with such precision,
because the entire time I was watching,
it made me feel better about my decision.'
'What do you mean, I don't value your opinion?!?
I wouldn't have asked you for it if it weren't true!
Because, if it weren't for your unique input,
I wouldn't understand what not to do!'
'You seriously think that that's ins
VoluntoldOne of our favourite linguistic habits,More Like This
is the creation of new portmanteau words:
like eating a bean burrito for breakfast,
will get your day off to a good shart.
Irregardless of their grammatical correctness,
we love them just the same:
because constantly changing language,
really is a special art.
Just like the tabloid media likes its playful stories
of celebrity couples like Brangelina, Bennifer,
Tomkat, and nostalgic Joko;
and often portmanteaus
address social or economic change,
like stagflation in the seventies,
or smog wherever automobiles and manufacturing go.
One of the newest portmanteaus,
addresses how 'optional' is often actually mandatory:
if you refuse to volunteer,
you'll eventually be voluntold.
When mere manipulation and shame,
no longer get the desired results,
then we wind up in a situation,
where our free choice gives up the ghost.
Just like texting has made periods angry,
and the word 'no' has become unspeakably vulgar:
the new standard of so-called 'politeness'
Inversely Proportional - Part IIPart II - Inside-OutMore Like This
If everybody's special,
then nobody's special;
and if nobody loses,
nobody really wins.
If everything's always bright,
we forget how to handle darkness,
and if we never have success at finishing,
we lose the will and motivation to begin.
If everyone's a victim,
we learn to celebrate weakness:
we no longer praise overcoming adversity,
or striving to be strong-
if everybody expects trust,
almost no one will actually receive it,
and the more you insist you know that you're right,
the more likely you're actually wrong.
And the more you lament that you deserve a chance,
the less inclined those in power are to give you one,
yet the more you treat other people like trash,
the more quickly you'll get ahead.
And the more you say that you need a break,
the higher the cost of actually taking it,
especially in a day and age,
where rest is only for the dead.
And the more you try to bring folks together,
the further you'll split them apart,
and the more educ
Travellin'When Georgia drives his OregonMore Like This
into Carolina's Virginia,
Utah Maryland gasp: 'Idaho!'
'Mississippi yo' little finger!'
Alabama on the Flo'rida,
Rhode Island into Washington,
Hawaii, Alaska New Mexico,
Nevada, Vermont Wisconsin.
Kentucky paid his Texas,
Ohio, Michigan Maine,
California blondes in New York,
Arizona Montana shame.
When the bodies are Connecticut,
down at the Jersey Shore,
Delaware there is a problem,
Oklahoma in Missouri,
Dakotas in Iowa,
West Virginia broke the law.
'cause she feels so Illinois,
she drinks a Minnesota,
From a nice, cold Kansas tallboy.
that Richard Gere gets himself a New Hampshire,
to stop and fill his Nebraska,
Colorado in Wyoming the answer.
GoldbugsIt takes a special kind of heroMore Like This
to grow fat off misery in times of need,
because if you can't get 'em with love and kindness,
you can always get 'em with greed.
And if that avarice is mixed,
with just the right amount of fear,
you can bet the shirt off your back,
that like a foul smell, the goldbugs will always reappear.
And it's always that same old argument:
'Well, money's only paper!'
and because we're living in the End-Times®',
you know it's gonna fail-
hey, our radio advertisements are doing you a favour!
Just like William Jennings Bryan
talked about us hanging ourselves on a cross of gold;
we only make a few of the speculators rich,
while everyone else's true prosperity is sold.
And just like Esau giving away his birthright,
for a bowl of cold porridge,
All of us stupidly
and eagerly do the same-
for a pocket full of dusty promises and empty fears,
while the travelling snake oil salesman
has already packed up his wagon
and gone away.
And just like gem-qual
Wicker ManThe power that truly impresses us,More Like This
and which throughout history, we most enjoy,
has never been the power of new creation,
but rather the power to destroy.
After all, a single death is a tragedy,
but a million deaths is a statistic;
and ever since Stalin first said those words,
we've proven them nightmarishly realistic.
Indeed, some have expanded them further still,
predicting what even Stalin did not:
Saying that one death makes you a murderer,
a million makes you a conqueror,
and a billion makes you a god.
the day always comes 'round again,
when we feel the necessity
of blood sacrifice:
for our true gods Mars and Moloch
are forever hungry,
and deaths are always
their demanded prize.
Because the greatest and most ultimate statement
is to forcibly take a life:
In the end, nothing else
can ever hope to suffice.
We never much care
about the power of beginnings,
because against the orgy of bloodlust,
it will always pale...
Fertility and growth,
Yellow Moon HaloPale yellow haloMore Like This
'round the moon
gibbous but waning,
a secondary veiling.
In the aching, morning cold
of a winter that refuses to leave,
the backlit, grasping skeletons
of the still-bare trees.
the flowers of May...
The dirty snowbanks
in slow, grudging retreat
reveal pitiful, frozen squirrels
along every street.
We've been given an object lesson,
though we're guaranteed not to heed it;
just like we don't bother ourselves with wisdom,
in this age when none of us feel we need it.
Indeed, the lesson we forget the quickest,
is the one we're forced to re-learn
dearest and surest;
is that Nature shows no favour,
and Her Judgement is
always the purest.