Predictable

.Contradictions..... (i'm in the process of editing this thing....F.U.)

In the free world

Anything can exist on the periphery;

Manifestly .

Fair and offered;

Can you take it?

Anything into something from the outside

Of the current free world

It sounds so simple...

"He who wants to protect everything, protects nothing,"

Adolf Galland once mentioned

Without knowing of non-normalcy

　(f**k yo couch nukka - Rick James)

That we are painfully predictable

Even in our lies.

We bank our future upon it...

The vicissitudes that profitability brings,

Is normalcy first and foremost

.... a calm human nature.

Over....

Constant growth and change

Within the same frame

Like football without an end zone

Rape without a victim

Hate without a crime

Based on repetitive reaping's

From a growth machine....

That pays, baby it pays so hard.

(click bait you s**t)

We all studied to participate,

In some form or another...

Hardcore, sometimes soft.

Us, you and I

Me and you

 making the same alterations

Repetitively, for profits

Without shame

Only cause...

What a beautiful world

On vacation...

How we learned

What we paid for

What we know.

Now.

(learned stupid)

We don't vacation anymore

So much less anyway

If it would smell less f*****g insidious,

Rapacious,

Disastrous,

Less like dead flesh.....

Not so much mr t rex

Or dr Jurassic Park

No other monster unleashed

Frankenstein, Mr., 

Our own terror is here now

Without a catchy name

It comes now

In the form of margin calls

Short positions...

(Don't go long baby)

A need for greed

To keep coming...

Producing

Growing... baby

I'm erect

On the way to my most favorite

Hollow orgasm, they come on time

 it will pass through hollowed halls

ugh... on schedule, great profits

 even when paid for...

This prostitute monster...

On repeat, it's so depressing.

(is there anything left?)

But angry, "i told ya so"

Prophets...

Have no fear... dearie dear

So then after that

After this

 it shall be the tides

Between the sun,

   the earth and the moon

Thing's we have to share.

Perma-facts

Certain truth's

Encrusted to remind us...

That certain things come back again

Without the prostitute monster agenda

Or other distractions...

(that's just window dressing)

The Other things,

Like clockwork...

The rope around our neck.

It's been here waiting for us

You and I

And We are all of us

You and I

Eventual...everyone of us

Everyone of us,

Predictable.

(even the f*****g land

even the f*****g ocean)

Especially the f*****g end...

What is to be thought about...

When we are dead?

On the way out.

I hope there's scotch...

I hope there's whisky;

I know they'll remember me.

Mr simple,

Dr unicorn fart of a cosmos.

The very best at feigning surprise

At the most obvious ending of all times.

This inflight movie better be the goods

Author's Note

Reviews

[Sarah]

Beautiful description of life. The words jump off of the page in a descriptive manner, making me think, making me question about my own existence in this life. Am I as predictable as the words of your poem say I am? Of course I am. We all are. Exquisitely crafted.

[Davidgeo]

Thank you very much Sarah. Does it make me more or less predictable to write about predictability? Or does it just mean I've ran out of ideas? (I think I'm running out of ideas)

[Sarah]

Haha that could be the case. Maybe you need to take a step back from writing for awhile and find some new inspiration!

[Davidgeo]

Only if you send me nudes.... I only stop for boobies.

[Ana B.]

We are predictable aren't we.....even in death. I suppose there is something soothing in the familiar ''flavors'' though. Without that who are we really? just death bringers to the birth.

[Davidgeo]

I think you would be a TS Eliot fan if you aren't one already.

[Ana B.]

slightly guilty.

[Davidgeo]

I see it as a welcome conviction... you could be guilty of worse

[Ana B.]

that is true. but what makes you think i haven't cross the line already?

[Davidgeo]

You do kinda look like a sex offender

[Ana B.]

that obvious eh?