Tender my Frustration



Tender my frustration

Only the law abiding will pay

A state can never impose any law

That the criminal will ever obey

Tender my frustration

The working man’s plea

There is no incentive to work

When you collect off the taxpayer’s assist

Wait, what else can I take as a perk

Tender my frustration

What’s mine is mine

What’s yours is yours

Learn to make it on your own

But you’ve gotta do your chores 

Tender my frustration

Words are words

Often the politically correct

Use a narrative to bend logic

Only to misdirect

Tender my frustration

I know I’m not alone

Only by working together

Cutting through all of the hormone

Tender my frustration

We must find a way

Else we will parish

Under the boot in the face or the bullets that ricochet
DCG

A Prayer to Rescind


 

A grieving lonely sod

Whispers silently in the wind

Heard only by the angels

A prayer to rescind

Abandoned house

 Sits on a hill 

built long ago 

Are there memories that dwellith still?

 Modest furniture 

Much in disrepair 

A family gone away 

Leaves no laughter there 

The last owner spent his money 

Upgrades to a sorrowful house

Neither spending time with his children 

Neither spending time with his spouse 

This home was his castle 

Attributing higher value to it then his kin

A bewitchment of the Devil?

A bewitchment from narcissistic whim?

The wares of our deception 

Account for much of the blame 

Whom will take any account?

Whom will take any shame?

Beseech the broken-hearted

Only the down-trodden know

This cumbersome attachment

A broken family can bestow


DCG

I am the Peacock


Sally just Tweeted

Her opinion of the day

Like-minded people

Showing their dismay

The expression of ideas

Social media threads

Emotional argumentation

Of people with some not well-read

I am the peacock

Watch me as I strut

See my pretty plumage

I am purebred and not a mutt

Sam just posted a YouTube

It’s on the internet so it must be true

He’s certain of it’s authenticity

But still the matter is up to you

Who Compares and Despairs?

Inspecting another persons post

Is this your orientation?

Be ready for the roast

So many opinions

So many ways to disseminate

How do you see the world?

How do you calculate?

The digital divide

Those who produce and those who consume

Who makes the virtue signals?

Are we tolerant; do we make any room?

Make a page on Facebook

Send a SnapChat

Maybe my Instagram

Will change some of that

We all want to be right

We all want to make sense

Start not by politicizing your opinion

Opinion means nothing

To those who defy pretense

Even the bloggers

Who try very hard

Sometimes get it wrong

Create their own canard

So where can we find any Truth?

Not in a comedy show

Not on the media streams

Believe in these sources and you’ll probably eat crow

Turn not to Science

This is not the domain

Paste another example

Able to defeat Man’s bane

Finding this answer

Our history shows us best

Turn to the philosopher

‘Tis only in logic that we can attest


DCG

 

 

 

Comedians Rant



We are stronger together 

Adopting the code of the land 

Dividing us by our differences 

Our similarities are now on the lamb

The social contract 

A covenant 

The heart of the fool is in his tongue

As is the tongue of the prudent is in his heart 

Understand this if you want to protect our young

An easy way to detect ignorance

Always ask the question how do you know? 

What is often paraded around us

On with the show

Zombies are everywhere 

All in a trance 

Listening only to the media Pundits 

Making them dance 

In the guise of comedy 

Many make their rant

Infiltrating mindless masses 

Listen to them chant

Maybe we should teach 

Mandatry classes in debate

The articulation of ideas 

Opposing views encouraged to challenge the states 

The greatest human tool 

To strip us of disease

Pragmatic common sense 

Let logic diagnose the needs 

The wolves of the networks 

Pretending to be the sheep

Disable the unsuspecting 

Put many of them to sleep
DCG

Children of the Unforsaken



Born into chaos

A mind will gravitate

The faulty learning examples

Often leads to one’s checkmate

Things we find about ourselves

We also find in others

The case can be made

If you look at your sisters and look to your brothers

The captive soul

Can be impoverished by degrees

It’s up to the owner

To make it better – if you please

A wandering spirit 

With no direction

Is victim to what’s going down

Cannot seem to make the changes

Cannot seem to turn itself around

The journey is hard enough

The children

The unforsaken

The tragedy of an ancestry

Lamenting on the road most taken

Futile is the ethic

The thinking mans yearn

Sometimes in this world

Some only want to just watch it burn
DCG

The Distributive Law of Generosity



What is it about ourselves that we often don’t see?

hidden agendas, what motivates us?

Silently acting out?

What relegates us?

Humble is the soul

Looking deep into their reflection 

Courageous is the soul

That discards their faulty perception 

Intention is the mechanism 

It defines the purity of the goal

Without accountability

A victim of circumstance exacts a toll

The faux pas’  of social interaction 

Go undetected yet we conscript values as wares

At times we know what we are doing 

At times we often do not care 

The distributive law of generosity 

The kindness shown in our hearts 

Translates into action 

That mends us together or tears us apart

What is it about ourselves that we often do not see?

A human realm of indecision 

The moral questions of our humanity

We muddy the waters with no intellectual oversight

This duty to ensure our success 

Lies not in the hands of another

But in our minds and this I do not contest

Harmony requires cooperation 

Empathy a teacher of equal means

Reciprocity is seldom employed

A deliverance of suffering foreseen
DCG

A Pocketful of Tolerance and Heartache


An emotional cost is witnessed

The only return on the investment I made

‘Tis a pocketful of tolerance and heartache

‘Tis of this in which I have paid

I am not the ideal example

There is no pedestal for me

I try to live the best I can

But all I have to tell you is what I have to see

A struggle can be an opportunity

In struggle we can find our strengths

Sometimes the opportunity is lost

When we find too many imposing constraints

There are often unspoken assumptions

In the social presumptions we make

We tell ourselves that they are real

But we should test them to see if they are fake

How can we make sense out of the world?

We can’t even make sense out of our life

What is the cause of this frustration?

What is the cause of this strife?

Perhaps we take part in this deception

Perhaps we miscalculate our views

Place another one down the line of our query

Place another one in the back of the Que

Is there relativity in our observations?

Does the standard move from line to line?

Again from situation to situation?

Through the ethereal space or through those of us bound in time?

How do we decide this ethic?

Who gets to draw the lines?

How do we meet our standards?

When do we undermine?


DCG