well no shit, really?

how many times does

it have to be screamed

 in  straight-forward

word-speak…or

lyrical rhetoric

until  blue in

the face &

ill-beset

states?

stick the fork in the lot or add mesquite

…‘cause this shit don’t smell right at all

FUD you, FUD me, FUD…the lot of us

groovy peepes until our children weep as

adults and their kids learn to live in chains

placed there by the greatest ever plague,

so grandiose tht even the deities are

dumbstruck like ol-timey greek

gods who suck their thumbs

n throw temper tantrums

while th warring-man

stake claims to the

future; heading

for some well-conceived times… followed by more fucking greed deployed turmoil again

 and again and again and again and again and again….and it NEVER had to be this way!!

all the best, most perfectly appreciated moments you’ve had with your favorite people in

places of comfort-zone reality  had nothing whatsoever to do with or for the crap we live.

We’re all lined-up now outside that train car with our sleeves rolled-up and the needle in.

& if there is no wave going to rush over and float us all back up to higher ground, then ?