Satirically Sarcastic Rhyming Bells Of Logic & Maniacal Alliteration (Re-Post)A Poem by Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn de Grahamthe Bitter and vulgar truth ...Satirically Sarcastic Rhyming Bells Of Logic & Maniacal Alliteration (Re-Post)
Satirically Sarcastic Rhyming Bells Of Logic & Maniacal Alliteration
Written By Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn de Graham Copyright © 2017 Marvin Thomas Cox DBA: Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn de Graham All Rights Reserved
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Hear 'O eyes and ears that comprehend: Let cognizance reign as one true friend. Allow your watered down mind to mend!
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Set the stage in rage upon page, let there be no doubt as to who dost pout, and who hast clout!
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Wash your mind in a glue goo, the sticky icky of fools in pain. Solvent dost empty your brain, for kings who shalt never refrain! Gather up wits as precious thoughts!
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Hast thou a thought truly thine own? Sink your teeth into my rant of a tome. Listen and listen well: Daily, we are mind fucked, without provision of contraceptive's cushion of a mental rubber!
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Free is singularity of mind that dost not take the time to contemplate, nor meditate (as a foolishly naive knave), that it has been taken hostage, rendered a captive and a slave, by wantonly watery waves of an overtly covert agenda's, cleverly cloaked assault upon vulnerably �" unsuspecting minds.
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Minds to be ravaged, reaped and raped, of virginity's functionality �" stripped of origin of original originality via a KY Jelly's slippery-subtle stroking (for future plan's poking) in pragmatically placid lubrication's preparation for spreading well caressed, dripping wet and swollen legume-like-leg-hemispheres.
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Cranial hemispheres, ever so unconsciously, brainwashed-molested in order to seduce, and, thus, stimulate vulva-clitoris-like-frontal lobes in perfectly tined1 application of a determinedly hard prick's well prodded neuro-penetration: DIS-information's2-insemination of date-raped-by-deception-drugged minds that have been well forked (porked to the vulva hilt & tined3).
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Human minds, porked and tined, to lackadaisically lie aimlessly wasted in a cranium's darkened space between two ears that feign to hear without hearing anything, whatsoever, at all in the dimly lit shadows of eyes that see, but are ever so keenly unaware of their ill fated existence as peerless portals of blindness, in leading the breeding of zombie-like Intelligently-Stupid Walking-Dead cadavers.
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Intelligently-Stupid Sheeple-People Cattle who shall never tread upon horizon's thresholds of independent thinking, outside the mental prison's cell-block's-box of a delusion's confusion of the cleverest of illusions ever to be craftily conceived by the mystically maniacal managerial minds of candidly-cunning cleverest conniving men.
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Cleverest conniving men, foolishly embraced as Leaders,4 do reign in opportunistic existence as Humanity leeching bleeders, that feign themselves friends to the very masses upon which are made mentally conditioned passes, in peddling the mind melding meddling wares that render them totally unawares (in simplistic idioms of idiot's ignorance) that they have been bought, and sold, a most blatantly bold bill of good's thrills instilled by virtual reality's Robbing Hoods.
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Thugs and Criminals aptly attired as Political and Religious Leaders: Men who steal from the mentally poor made into mental w****s wanting more of that enchantingly elusive lore of which dreams galore are made, in the shady shade, of titillatingly tantalizing trees full of beautiful, buzzing, lying bees, whose funny-money-honey does please, and mentally appease, in promiscuously placating platitudes of primrose paths of plenteous prosperity: Heaven and Utopia are but a day away!
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And yet, Logan's Run5 was only fun for Sandmen, but never for Runners all too cognizant of fatality's reality: That promised Heaven's Utopia is but a disguised Dystopian delusion of Human minds deceptively possessed, in outright onerously ontological obsession of embracing errantly illogical thinking of placing gritty grimy grasping hands upon the vicariously vaporous vestiges of a coldly callous concept that adeptly addicts those whom (in porking's forking) it sticks-n-tricks as it injects an intracranial hypnotic hallucinogen's mind befuddling Blind Faith6 belief in that, which is assuredly not a solution, nor an answer, but the mental enslavement of all Mankind.
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Mankind duped by men as Humanity, through foolish trust's belief in a terminology whose magical morphological etymology is whimsically mythological at best and easily laid to rest as wishful thinking that seeks to give substantially mind numbing succulent substance to the wildly wily woolly schemes of slyly slithering slippery dreams that have no place in the fundamentally frigidly fraught fatality of our common fate, in enduring all life's languishing lamentations of the literal and grisly guttural gullibility permeating our repetitively redundant, all too often repugnant, surreal reality, all dressed up in the dainty dirty drawers of noblest gestures and proclamation's summations called Freedom by a Slothful Society, but seldom experienced as Freedom that births Liberty.
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Freedom, a most noble concept (existing only within the confines of the Human mind in stirring men's imaginations to aspirations of attainment often deemed as worth dying for), has only a fleeting relevance within the practical structuring of Civilizations and Societies, and the Right of Might prowess of reigning and aspiring nations, who do prey upon those nations who are tinier and weaker, all to often beneath the banner of Democracy and Self Determination in depriving such invaded nations of their sovereignty now negated as acceptably overrated and out dated.
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For Freedom is like the wind, which can be felt but never seen, and can never be possessed or contained (lest it die in ceasing to exist as wind & virtual living air), as even the wind is not free of the control of those very forces of Nature which steer it as a subservient captive.
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Freedom, like the wind, is quite often manifested as a nonexistent-and-dead calm, or gently breezy, gusty and, at times, a life consuming destructive force that cannot be reckoned with by mere mortal men, thereby, rendering Freedom that fondest fought for fodder of fastidiously fraught finicky fools who believe we are actually free, and can possess Freedom.
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The result is that of magically rendering Freedom sought (Freedom thought as gained and attained), an almost direly necessary delusion, a delusion of heart and mind that requires we maintain the delusion's elusive illusion, lest we, too, cease to exist �" and, so, we cling to the fantasy of Freedom while those opportunistically deceptive leaders continue to capitalize, upon our necessitated weakness, as they lead us to mickey-poisoned-waters with the perpetual sugar-before-a-horse-hope of gaining, attaining and preserving that flickering flame of light (burning within the hearts of men) called Freedom …
Author's Note: The above photo of sheep, wearing bells around their necks as locating/tracking devices, depicts the peoples of America & the World whom I choose to term as Sheeple-People Cattle7 �" fed & bred for milking, shearing, watering & slaughtering �" living apathetically complacent lives beneath a deception's cloak of freedom, while their ears hear only the agenda broadcast to them by the Media & Powers that be, & their eyes remain fixated only upon that which they are intended to see, as the jingling bells of ever increasing surveillance (cell phone cameras & videos, coupled with the alluringly spider-like entanglements of the Internet's World Wide Web linked to artificial intelligence eavesdroppers such as Google's Voice Search, Amazon's Alexa, or Apple's Siri) monitor their every move” �" Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn de Graham
(Written January 12th, 2017) © 2024 Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn de GrahamAuthor's Note
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Added on March 28, 2024 Last Updated on March 28, 2024 Tags: Phiosophy, Current-Affairs, World-Affairs, United-Nations, humor, satire, sarcasism AuthorMarvin Thomas Cox-Flynn de GrahamSmalltown, TXAbout“Hello! Welcome to my profile page. As a Creative Writer, I pen a variety of material that ranges from piss poor attempts at Poetry, to morbidly Dark Fiction, to investigative, in depth, re.. more..Writing
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