Hi there hippo-criticizer
You Hippopotamidae analyzer
So quick to judge an herbivore
Acting like it’s nothing you’ve done before
Floating in a river
You judgment giver
You don’t like his beady eyes
You think it means he only lies
You assume those tiny ears
Are hiding some kind of secret fears
You assume his fat ass
Means he has zero class
Because when he looks at you
He thinks, “I don’t know, might be true…
Smoke my weed.”
We don’t need a revolution
So much as we need peaceful evolution
I want to kill all the cops
I want to make all of the injustice stop
While seemingly attainable
Peace through violence isn’t sustainable
Not to find fault
But any sharp start or halt
Due to laws of inertia
That when ignored come back to hurt ya
Will cause a lot of political drama
Which in turn leads to terrific mass traumas
I loved to watch them win in Cairo
I cried when the Army took it all back though
Overthrowing the powers of a nation
Isn’t as sustainable as prolonged non-cooperation
Let the governments do
Just don’t let them do to you
They can only take what they can give
If you are a clever monkey you can find a way to live
I prefer to be tricky
For some, my methods might seem a bit icky
That’s cool, there are lots of ways
To live outside of control while living out your days
If you’ve got the means and can’t wait
You’re lucky, just expatriate
Look around and see
Somewhere out there is a place to be
I won’t say exactly what to to do
I’ll leave the particulars up to you
Probably, though, you aren’t rich
Obviously you don’t want to be the State’s bitch
For you, my friend, there is still much hope
For it is you who will give the government it’s rope
You don’t have to steal and rob
To avoid a government feeding, soul-eating, job
You might have to give up some luxury
But no one said being change was easy
There are too many ways too feed yourself minimally
I wouldn’t ask you to figure out for me
This doesn’t mean we get to relax
No, the mission is to deprive the Man of his tax
Not to sound like too much of a geek
But I’m talkin’ about turning the World Greek
It’s really terribly funny
These State’s run on fiat money
All the taxes they took
Those were just numbers in a book
The people kept safe from harm
The workers kept like animals on a farm
This is no joke
If you want to cast off the yoke
We do need to take care of one another
We must treat each other like brothers
Just like the nun in the soup kitchen
Even a fed’s gotta feed all of his children
I know life ain’t free
This is why we have underground economies
I used to reccomend barter
But online, it’s a bit harder
Today we’ve got Bitcoin, so…
Currency can’t be taxed when it’s crypto
Sure, it’s all fake
But it keeps the revenuer from getting his take
This my friend
Is the goal in the end
The sheriff was got by the Hood
Robbin’ the coperatin’ capital is good
If you want defeat Whitey and the Man
This my dear friend would be a good plan
We’re a couple of too old young men
Who keep going back, again and again
Calling each other on the phone
Time’s passed, neither leave it alone
Caught in dark delusions
Fears fed by nightmarish illusions
Our memories explode
Upon those desert roads
Telephonic recollections
Disharmonic introspections
Our Hysterical ramblings
On the historical trampling
Of an Arab nation
In an empirical aggregation,
Of power and petroleum
And a dream that we sold ’em
With the butt of a gun
‘Neath their hot desert sun
Just a couple of too old young men
Who keep going back, again and again
Salmon are born in lakes high in the mountains.
They stay tiny.
For a long time.
Then one day, one of them starts to
feel the pull of a stream.
He wiggles a little bit.
He gets caught up in a crazy feeling that
he’s never experienced, but he knows.
This is the Way!
Next it’s one more, others see her go and the
next thing you know the whole school has
started out on the long trip to the Ocean.
The trip to meet their destiny.
The story goes on from there,
but it’s always the same.
Can’t change what happened back then
But what we’ve got now can last ’til the end
It’s not about who will lose or who will win
It’s not about trying to be friends
It wasn’t about how you look
Or about me and the hub caps I took
We were talking about the wrong things
Like those who believe rich is gold and diamond rings
We were who they told us the other wanted
These were lies from a society that’s been haunted
Haunted by a liar
Listening to only desire
Ignoring natural truth
Playing to illusions of the youth
We talked right by each other
Not taking the time or bother
To look at our lives and say
Let’s look beyond today
Learn a deeper appreciation
Of each other’s natural inclinations
To move towards the natural life
Just be a husband and wife
Stop trying to impress
To get the other to simply undress
Now we see the hows and whys
We see the truths and lies
We know why are with each other
We know why we spend eternity together
Through lies and trickery
Some kinda Satanic Witchery
She hid my honor and dignity
She waited and hunted just for me
The eye of the tigress
Possessed by this Sorceress
I was lost and found again
I surrendered so I could win
Told her it was an Iwo Jima strategy
She coldly laughed at me
Oh what is this, perchance
Has the Fool shown his ignorance?
Jap’s did invite them in
But, the US finally did win
Silently my soul waited
As the gears in her’s contemplated
I knew if she built this on lies
She had no good reason to destroy the prize
My death, I said, would be an honor
My lack of concern deeply disturbed her
See, God appreciates professionalism
Even if it involves the ole soul body schism
When you are guaranteed a fortuitous re-birth
It makes it a pleasure for me to leave this here Earth
It’s like I get my own DLC
Special Mods created just for me
I was hoping she’d come through with her threat
I’ve tried to re-spawn for years and haven’t gotten back yet
An honor impossible to properly portray
An honor impossible for me to ever repay
In that moment when I should have felt revulsion
I realized I always respected her even without compulsion
She was a tricky witch
Who just wanted to be my special bitch
Now, I’m confused
I feel deeply used
Now it feels hard for me to trust
Because she felt our bond something to rush
Since, I like to write for all
If you happen to like a morale:
Don’t rush to try to force your fate
The prize comes at times to the one who waits
Trust in inspiration
Life is more about improvisation
Climbing a hill to practice hypnotism and brew potions
Is such a waste when one can simply ride a stream to the Ocean
Remember to keep it simple
Avoid magic, churches, and temples
Live in the light
And you’ll be all right
I think you’ll find God’ll provide what you need
And, if you’re so inclined, prolly a bit of weed…
What to say about something that I don’t understand?
I have been raised with preconceptions of what it is to be a man
Now everything has been inverted
More even than my soul was perverted
She’s not on my mind
She’s fucking in my mind!
She’s holding my soul
She reached into my hole
I was hiding from love
Like a Goddess from above
Like a root Guru
Using some kinda Voodoo
Got me under a spell
Her methods I can’t tell
Like an empty jar fresh from a kiln
I didn’t know empty until I had been filled
She is in me now
That’s no metaphor to elicit a “wow”
Touching my every thought and memory
She’s actually cleaning me up like a cloth of emery
Smoothing out the welds
Helping the parts to meld
She’s seen every fear
Tasted every stale beer
Everything I’ve done
Every time I’ve won
Every time I quit
Every time I acted like a shit
Every sin
EVERY sin.
She whispers “Forgiven…”
This the ultimate trust
For me, for her, it is a must
This goes beyond time
Like dirty words in a rhyme
We are part of a one
Two spinning crows seeking eternal union
Energies working on mutual purification
For an eventual transmutation unification
We are here
We are now
Can’t think straight
Can’t motivate
I sit and wait
I stare into an abyss
Wondering, how I did this
It was really true
Did she feel it too?
I wonder why
I can’t even try
I don’t eat
My fear we’ll never meet
Again
I hold my pain
Don’t sleep
Occasionally weep
What the fuck?
Used to have the devil’s luck
The life of the Fool
The card who never follows rules
Now I’m a ghost
Desire crippling me the most
Like a rocket car
My ride to the stars
Now it is dark
The Tin Man said I’m wrong
I’m cool and sing a pretty song
But they really did need leaders
Some view me as a bit of a cheater
A bit of a shirker
A really terrible worker
I’m a professional bum
Never tried to lift even a thumb
I mean, what heck?
My main skills involve waiting on checks
To call my personality charming
Would be doing Webster’s a great harming
(“Oy vey,” think Strunk and White
“That sure ain’t soundin’ right…”)
Now that my tongue is mangled
And I wish myself to be strangled
And not in erotic asphyxiation
Nope, not some weird Kung Fu inspiration
Just really tired
Never asked to be stuck in a quagmire
The World’s problems aren’t new
I never really knew what to do
Just how to start
You all have a beautiful heart
The path is long, and the problems large
But you will get there, even if I am not in charge
Okay write a poem?
Um, I guess my mind is blown
I’m listening to voices
Doing things that aren’t my choices
Now it’s quiet
Okay not worth the riot
