Poetry

Media Machine

The media machine is an agent of chaos/
Truly aligned with the misaligned/
A franchise if you will that has you feasting at their kiosk/
Now with their product, your views are defined/

When there is good in the world, the machine shows you the devil/
When peace runs rampant it reminds you of a war/
You know of hate, but media takes it to the next level/
Now you feel like a battle is on your nearest shore/
Media shuns the educated in lieu of the ignorant/
You are force fed political nonsense/
Politicians result to gaining popularity instead of doing their job/
They just want your like, follow, or view but they all sound dense/
When I think about it I really want to sob/
In reality the media is the world ruler/
Politicians are nothing without its platform/
You have to be aligned with the ruler/
But your common sense will be swept up in the idiotic storm/

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Poetry

Insane sanity

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It’s easy to be crazy, hard to be sane
A fact that rings true much to my disdain
Oh the humanity
I’m trapped in my sanity
Life’s goal is for you not to be demented
Not to give someone boots that are cemented
Just to stay calm and chill
Don’t give in to the orgasmic urge to kill
Be noble, wear a cape like Bruce Wayne
Never be a Joker laughing at a blood stain
Don’t ever let the blood smear
Hold you sanity very near
I’m wrapped in a straight jacket called society
Where nut jobs and wackos get notoriety
They walk loose, everyone is dangerous
Pushing the limits of Gore trying to be infamous
Yet we are instructed, taught, trained to be sane
It’s almost a sin to even complain
Insane sanity, it’s not rare, actually commonplace
Its almost normal to want to hatchet a face
But if sanity is insane and insanity is sane
Then, who is really in the straight jacket? The Joker or Bruce Wayne
It can really bother the mind
Are you insane? Or sane with an axe to grind?

Poetic Ice

Who really knows?

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