Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

pout
squint
interrupt the sleep
with hateful speech
the river unfrozen
scalding
scolding with meaningless
meaningful
sound
pouring down
like platitudes
but all egotistic rant
a beating of spoon on a pot
clang-bang
haranguing
each and every ear listening
and not listening
the hissing of a steady-eddy stream
the biting of irrational
ruckus
nothing
but I AM
WHO AM
GREAT
makes sense
in an ironic sense
the woods tense with flame

Indeed the poem holds the tension in the air ,we are being represented as collective fools simply by default of the circus. The energy of the poem holds true to the situation. I wonder how far into stupid they are going to go before all those supporting the show relies they have been made fools of? , we shall see

there is nothing real about reality TV...it's all scripted.....they tell us we are flies on the wall, when in fact we are the audience pandered to....and boy do we love our soundbites, we have time only for snippets....and from the splashes of cologne, our minds are etched in stone

A good capture of the political scene here in the land of the free and scared shitless


please pardon this ramble.
Trump the great white hope, the last gasp of the moral majority, the silent majority.
Decadence are us.

I feel like those people who go to NASCAR races hoping to see a spectacular crash. I am resigned to and almost looking forward to President Trump. Just to see what happens.

I like this piece a lot

"Trump is what America has earned, what America deserves"

Looking Backward on the Presidency of Donald Trump