Administrative Leeches
Look at the chaos
wrought by social engineers
who love their trips
of petty power wielded
throughout entwined bureaucracies
in the labyrinthine corridors
of the beast system
as they sell their souls
and serve the interests
of globalist fascists
who feed rusty pennies
into their open mouths
The type of person
who lusts for
a position of authority
over others
is the same type of person
who has no control
pertaining to what occurs
in their own mind
and we are stricken
like a plague
by this swarm
of wretched creatures
but we no longer care
about whatever weird traumas
originally twisted their psyches
causing the creeps
to act in this fashion
serving as parasites
upon the body politic
we are far more concerned
with swatting them away
post haste
while we still have
the blood of liberty
coursing through our veins
It’s at the edge of atmospheric
pressure
with a tensile brushstroke of
annihilation.
Fingertips are unable to grasp the
air’s gentle whisper
but can you not sense it anyway?
…
The trick to remaining inwardly
peaceful
even as drooling tyrants torture the
concepts
of freedom, liberty, and personal
sovereignty on a daily basis
is to understand that every
deceitful, cowardly action they take
will wind up working doubly against
them in the end.
For it is written that as the clowns
stumble
along their path of authoritarian
giddiness,
they will eventually lose all
balance
and fall face first into their own
worldly devastation
and eternal despair.
Therefore, it is wise to laugh at
the conduct
of those who have no shame,
for that which serves as gallows
humour
to provide a mild sense of merriment
during the time of chaos
will return on its investment in
manifold proportion
through schadenfreude raised to the
nth degree
once the cookie finally crumbles
and all the swinish scoundrels are
stuffed fat with their just desserts.
Paint and Preach by Numbers
Perception forms the baseline structure for reality
fill in the blanks
dot dot dot
Consciousness as the driving force
of creation
the gauge by which we measure
the lens through which we view
one witnesses desolation
belched over
a blackened harvest
another observes beads and balloons
sent soaring
in celebration
eye of the beholder
Scott Thomas Outlar originally hails
from Atlanta, Georgia. He now resides and writes in Frederick, Maryland. His
work has been nominated multiple times for both the Pushcart Prize and Best of
the Net. He guest-edited the Hope Anthology of Poetry from CultureCult Press as
well as the 2019-2023 Western Voices editions of Setu Mag. Selections of his
poetry have been translated and published in 15 languages. He has been a weekly
contributor at Dissident Voice for the past ten years. More about Outlar's work
can be found at 17Numa.com.
Sparkling and profound poetry. Congratulations, Scott Thomas Outlar!
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