Offensive Contradiction

CA satire - each line features the same rhyme as the title




Weak willed by your own attrition

You’re the blindest thing with 20/20 vision

You’re the babysitter who needs adult supervision

You succeed at failing everything attempted



You're right off the market in the worst condition

1 out of 5 stars in the online listing

Too many choices for your makeshift prison

Your fraudulent free soul’s another slave to the system



Only outsider who requires the center of attention

You’re the loudest voice who's never listening

Gossip queen screams, “Better mind your own business!”

You put yourself in the way in order to say, “Keep your distance!"



You're uniquely boring and ineptly gifted

The most broken brat who ever attempted to fix us

You're a half full glass with a leak that's dripping

On your brand new shoes, now your glass's half empty



You're a new age nutcase faking ancient wisdom

Always preaching what's “real,” mid-pretending

Old school "new energies" quoting words never written

Learning how to live from whom study death for a living



You're a sinner saved by closeted hypochristians

You're a vigilant hippie, hip to neocon glibness

Bull's eye bullshit tools is the title I've given

To you and all the fools who call mindless ranting a religion



Your new slang savvy is wit to the witless

Like your rusty metallic irony's ballsy bitchin

Like your gnarly naysayers' hawking headless hitches

Is that a sense of humor or a vast, immense denseness?



You're not smart enough to be that pretentious

Combining long words which make sense to the senseless

You're a word-a-day calendar trying to construct a sentence

You are an offensive contradiction



I add this poem to my life from which to mark your omission

C'est la Vie

Feigned angel smiles through a vain facade

Projects a reel of all he's not

Callous malice freed to do as it wants

So it believes it can’t be caught

Every breath through gnashed teeth

A karmic breeze whose whisper screams

C'est la vie


There is a ghost behind the mind

Whose inner demons napped the inner child

Rage freed from its cage boils up from inside

A smile lets down deceit's disguise 

Can't trust a smile whose tongue’s in cheek 

Through the mind, the ghost still speaks

C’est la vie


Ghost hides from an ever present past

Nothing answers, no one asks

Fingers crossed behind his back

Even the reaper wears a mask

Curtain falls, unto the breach 

C'est la vie


Every monster once had a heart 

Bemused and buried from the start

Every man is a work of art

His twists of fate shoot in the dark

Some monsters made, some born to be

C'est la vie


Such is life that death cannot win

Can't feign grace, can't make fake amends

Man's enemy is death’s best friend

Death is his lover and death is his kin

So goes the ghost given the chance to breathe

C'est la vie


The feigned angel gives up his ruse

Plastic halo becomes unglued

His crown of light becomes his noose

Eye for an eye, tooth for tooth

Inflicting mind ends with its last breath

Such is death

Seedling

One must imagine Sisyphus happy
— Camus

Seedling drifts downstream through the estuary

Will to power at the whim of happenstance, she’s not entirely unlike you

If she reaches the ocean, the ocean will consume her

No thought to distract her will, and within her a common desire

Desire to live, desire to grow, desire to be as she is

She will never attempt to know her genealogy, for she knows all of her family exist within her here now

Everything she will ever be and all she will ever need is within her here now

The first of her species, a simple genetic mutation gives her offspring the capacity for global prosperity

Whether the world will ever know her kind depends on how the water moves on this particular day

All her potential rides the current of here now

From a warm little pond

Comes a bored little yawn 

As Dawkins asks Darwin

'how was life spawned?'

Mother nature just laughs 

As she peals off her mask 

"It's not ‘how,’ ‘when,’ or ‘where’

‘WHY’ IS WHAT YOU SHOULD ASK!”

Seedling's journey lays her on the bank where she's loosely planted in the shade

She experiences the same time and space that you do

Takes weeks for her fragile figure to rise from the mud

She experiences the same will to live that you do

Photosynthesis isn’t so easy in the shade (it’s all an allegory, you know)

She experiences the same struggle you do

Her single limb reaches toward the sun as her roots dig for thirst

She drinks the same water you do

She's grown crooked out of the shadow without the silver spoon of fortune

The alpha and the omega exist within, grace in every cell

A single flower from her single limb holds the stamen to propagate a new species on earth

Bent in the only direction where there's sufficient sunlight, she faces eastward every morning and westward after noon as she grows larger than the shadows

 

This poem’s companion piece reaches the ocean: