Con Ads

They only tell you what you can’t do
Not what you can
Options are limited
Stop signs and red lights like Roxanne

No options are there
Nothings offered its not fair
Yet they dangle the prospect
Out there in the air

Of fame and prosperity
And all that hogwash
Nonsense, advertisement
Feeding the harvest crops

I’m not falling man
You already got us
Hopping over obstacles
That's everywhere propped up

But you can't con us
No more, no sir
We don't serve the conglomerate
When we broke it don't work.

Drug Ads

You better think twice
Whatever lies you're peddling,
I ain't settling with whatever
My ties be severing

Trying to better my life
Not forever convalescent
Check the supplements
Collecting up there on my dresser

Time to forget em
Step up, be adept and adapt
No longer adopting
The option to drain untapped

Be abstract, like Jackson Pollock
With no toll or cost, hardwork
Struggle is artwork
Go ahead and let your art flourish.

Tolerance

What we can’t live with
Won’t ever let us be
And eventually it will rear it's head
Like a venom sting

From an unoffending frog
Beautiful, soft facade
But don’t dare touch it
Cause you might catch darts

Tenderly poisonous
You must always adjust
To not disrupt the comfort
Avoiding through mistrust

May get rushed to the gurney bus
You are not impervious to this
But give in to the mayhem
And gain some tolerance

Neural Chemistry

I’ve got a dysfunctional
Limbic structure or something
Biological, I do not know
It’s obvious for nothing

The cause a long list of theoreticals
I probably checkbox them all
While my baffling episodes
Continue to sprawl

Awkwardly and all that
Brain matter in constant combat
Make contact with true self
Now thats a hearty laugh

But I'll fall for that.

Similar Souls

Sick of feeling boxed in
Parts of me, I do not understand
The underhanded advice offered
Identify and prosper plans

Find your competent qualities
And fit in proper
The only thing that I have discovered
I do not fit the slot marks

To one thing or another
Man, where is the comfort
The southern comfort
Always having one foot in gutter

The other in the shrubs
Why am I so unsure
Call it an “ imposter” trait
What am I good for

My sense of hope
Is the simple knowing tone
The understanding that comes
From those similar souls.

Agree to Disagree

Inner vision of what you intend
Can manifest against the grain
Upending the expectations
Prevalent in everyday

If Ferdinand the bull
Presented his way on stage
And spent the event grazing
The daisies gentle and tame

Would we accept it?
Is that unstable for a bull
To be humble and docile
Are we impartial and marginal?

We must revoke his “ nature”
Like to unscramble a picasso
Cause it’s not natural to us
Like we feel that it ought to

Our human nature 
Is to change what's wrong "logically"
Instead of accepting uncertainties
And agree to disagree.

Pretentious Plain Janes

Release your need to achieve
To be the receiving end of everything
Please don't deem 
Achievement enviably

Direct recognition
With abbreviated letters
To be addressed for success
Your are subsequently better

Than whatever headers is left
With the rest of us
At least that's how it's perceived
No phd etc

Separate you and us
Pretentious vs the plain janes
We just maintain
Never cultivate our brainwaves 

Stuck on the perception
One another's misdirection
Is why we suffer collectively
If only we got the message

Littering And

Sell your cleverness 
And purchase bewilderment
What's better is it's free
It doesn’t cost any cents

Call it optimism I guess
Whatever the definition is
Open-mindedness, stop resistance
Give into unlimited

Officials, proficients. technicians
Politicians, practitioners
Act practical and all that
Yet haven't a single hints worth

Of what this massive universe 
Actually represents
We're just fragments of existence
A smidgen on it's timespan

Yet we act all convinced
And definitive of how to live
With our daily activities
And all that "that’s the way it is”

If an extraterrestrial 
Celestial citizen
Looked in on our civilization
They would become sickened within

This chickenshit individualist
Sit and litter the wilderness
And the ocean, what if
We are the litter someone else left? 

Freedom Of

I wish to say
What I feel today
With reservations that I may
Contradict when I wake

On the morrow, I will borrow
New credos, new morals
To follow, headstrong on
Like Edward r Murrow

No McCarthy headlong
Foolhardy hardnose
I’m an ardent advocate
Against labels & bar codes

Goes against the star spangled
Francis Scott Keye
We are free, America
No oligarchy.

Possibly?