Despondency Act 12: The Screen Tentacles Leech unto the Selfish

 

Reality shows
take hostage
of the viewer.
They influence
the selfish,
vanity milking them dry.

 

 

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Despondency Act 7: When you invite, No one shows up

 

Many are invited
no one attended;
disappointed in you,
excuse after another –
don’t even bother.

 

 

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Fuck Dale Carnegie

 

Masticate carefully, taste closely.

L.A. overgrown blimps –
bestiality looks good on you.
Listening to all walks of life –
story after story,
like torture porn
dancing with Kristen Stewart.

By nature
I’m curious & observant.
Instincts itches my balls
idiosyncrasies dull.

L.A. stuck ups
walking the red carpet,
questions darting
the star pedestal show.
Hours pain by,
truth be told –
hearing you mannequins sickens me.
How to win assholes & Influence Onion rings,
Carnegie once flirted.

L.A. courtesy
you don’t have it.
Considerate of others –
ME, ME, ME, ME, ME, ME, & ME…
Here’s a thought Kanye
mirror sex with yourself.

Fuck you! Fuck you! Carnegie.

Oh! How vanity pleasures me, me, me, me & me.

 

 

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Don’t buy my Book, Just Burn it and Smile

 

My eyes observe all around in utter displease
nobody buys first time poets who look unease.
Why? Because I’m not well known or famous
when I die poor, you’ll remember me as less.
Politics favors the beautiful banal ones
I despise poetry and everything it’s done.
Maybe I should just put a bullet in my head
the coward in me is brave and thinking ahead.
There’s way too much egos, assholes, & competition
no support or income, hello world here I am your rejection.

 

 

 

Note: This poem is based on my own personal accounts.
Though I can’t say much…I know you’ve all have felt this same
feeling as I have. The state of displeasure, the reality of it, depresses me.
I’m only one person with his opinions.
I know I’m not saying much, so I’m expressing myself in code.
Please, do not be alarmed, I just needed to get this feeling out of my chest, that’s all.

If you’ve understood this poem, then you are with me and I am not alone.

 

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Dead Film Sleepers


Snuff torture man-made video tape

surgeons bludgeon the sensitive ape.
We are god’s favorite imperfect mistake
The American bible burn on a stake.
I’m ashamed, me human suit of a man
stale ignorance fuck the Ku Klux Klan.
What I see in the news it makes me cry
hope is a whore nobody wants to try.
My honesty flares through zero caffeine
subliminal messages rot, next scene.

 

 

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The Bitter Feminist Inflates the Ego in Her Pride


My opinions don’t matter said the angry feminist

she’s extremely sensitive, I worry for the therapist.
Your bloated ego doesn’t match your personality
Hanging out with you is an awkward snap hostility.
I’m a human being who believes in friendship equality
your irrational temper stings like a dictator authority.
Look in the mirror, is this what you want to become?
If you want peace in your life, fight for it overcome.
Our conversations cut short; you easily get offended
I try making small talks, the look in your face irritated.
I’ll stop talking now; you’re always shutting me out
your attitude needs adjustments, this I highly doubt.

 

 

Note: The poem you just read was based on true life personal experiences.
Have you ever felt – that your opinions don’t matter to anyone? You try your best to communicate across that individual, but you’re immediately cut off from even taking a breath. The tone in their voice is guarded
with anger, frustration, ‘We are always right and you are always wrong’. Do you get a sense of George Orwell’s, 1984?
Big Brother telling me to shut up! Your opinions are irrelevant.
Big Brother (metaphorically speaking) is the bully who wants
to restrict you of your human knowledge.

To my WordPress friends, I hate being silent by the outside world,
for this I must watch what I say, truth feels like a waste, it’s unfair don’t you think?

 

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