stgreenie
Displaced Worship
https://stgreenie.wordpress.com/2025/12/06/displaced-worship
stgreenieOpen your windows
my closed minded friends
Take a deep whiff
That is the sickly smell
of putrid prejudice
wafting through the air
Like eggs gone rotten
This stench of ignorance
is a #malignant growth
The current festering infection
plaguing our national conciousness
If we do not remove
the tumor of hatred
at it's core source
our once great nation
will surely succumb
to a death self inflicted
If we manage to survive
our collective madness
the healing process
is gonna be a bitch
but maybe the cliche
"What does not kill you makes you stronger"
is not a dumpster fire of bullshit
The exhausted prospector
on his hands and knees
digging in darkness
trying to penetrate
the current rock hard terrain
of entrenched hatred
His faith in humanity
is what keeps him going
though there is no way of knowing
if deep down
the #jovial vein of joy he seeks
even exists anymore
Spare me
your hand wringing
granny pearl clutching
about propriety
when the norm bar
has been lowered subterranean
by the Clown King
who needs to be mocked daily
During these
cringe worthy times
our best weaponry
is comprised
of relentless comedy
with armed missiles
loaded with
explosive satire
As our blurry retrospective
mercifully fades to black
the realization hits us
there's no going back
Yesterday can finally
be completely
unequivocally
buried
No more need
for these rose colored specs
Our delusional
eternity tokens
have all been spent
Time to get ready
for the exit ramp up next
on the road to mortality
And so it goes by friends
All good, bad, and indifferent
things come to an end
Last one out
please turn out the lights
prior to final departure
I seem to have misplaced
the precious commodity
you trusted me to hold
This cherished stealth truth
formerly in my care
slipped through my fingers
and flew off into cyberspace
I rode that cryptic message
you posted late last night
in a desperate cry
to be read between the lines
I am your conscience
Now gone viral
cause deep down
you wanted to be self exposed
for the fake saint you are
The Hostage Parade
orchestrated to celebrate
our Exalted Leader
did not go as planned
It seems the living pawns
did not want to go along
with the production as scripted
So they marched like shit
leaving the world to interpret
that our heroic warriors
are not into being props
for a draft dodging fop
When the monsters
we manufactured
purely for performative effect
began doing monstrous things
our in peril act
transformed to dangerous reality
Even scapegoats
when continuously provoked
will use their horns as weapons
as justified self defense
against propaganda bullies
The whole conversation
began to destabilize
when the topic turned to politics
Out came the long knives
and the battle was joined
as we collectively bled
toxic partisan rhetoric
all over
previous social niceties
We are now
bludgeoning entertainment
as mindless
squawking marionettes
