It's National Poetry Day

Women scream into an unheard echo chamber of misogynist denial,
Old money still determines which voices actually matter,
Old men hooked on viagra and ego suggest boys will be boys,
It's national poetry day.

A pathological liar asshole with a bad comb over mocks all opposition,
His trained seals barking in unison, locked in a brainwashed loop of bullshit,
Pretend progressives complain vigorously against this new level of self centered nonsense,
It's national poetry day.

Lobbyists for war and profit court red and blue pill swallowers equally behind a wall of shame,
Fooling all those who still think democracy exists,
Confident their lures of a well padded bank account will be enough to keep this farce going,
It's national poetry day.

The marginalized look on in disbelief as their rights erode like so much sand on a well washed beach,
Women, people of colour, LGBT, the working poor and anyone else who actually needs help
Are ridiculed and shit upon regularly by a justice system, and political system that favours the male, the white, the rich and the straight...

buy hey... it's national poetry day.... so there's that.

Flying

I'll fly away from me again,

Pretend to never be again,

Over sea to see again,

The other side of pain.

I'll fly toward the east I think,

The west has brought me to the brink,

In search of my own missing link,

To the south of Spain.

I'll fly to where the palm trees sway,

I'll fly to where the dolphins play,

This life makes no sense anyway,

I'll give you what I gain.

I'll fly until the sky runs out,

I'll fly until i have no doubt,

Until I know what I'm about,

I'll fly and fly again.

To you, yes you there sitting still,

Before you take another pill,

Take flight my friends, find the will,

That's it, good bye, the end.