Mundane Mourning

A Poem by Richard Parker

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Terribly trifling, this tirelessly stoic Saturday feels far more mundane than a Sunday. Critically complacent, these thin digits devoid of objectives which while blindingly blasé, stay still yawning like it was yesterday. In an awkward mis-marriage that's perilously paired to this constant churning; an adamant youthful yearning. This lamentably languid longing may manifest in me pensively manic ponderings. No this will not do at all, I can't continue this truthfully cynical, definitely detrimental mentality that beautifully blurs my reality so it's clear to see that I am assuredly left with limited visibly viable, calculated courses of action..

anyway..

Effortlessly egressing, I iterate twice over, staying securely to the particular philosophy that timidly stays stating; "boi be nonchalant and avidly not near those that visciously vie for fear and acquire that uselessly unrequited, historically human trait that avidly aspires to remain in a state of perpetual debate." We are told unwaiveringly, that "them" did done those terribly wicked wrongs, always against us. it's not true, it's been meticulously misconstrued. Simply a notion to keep us afraid and constantly imbued with a derisively xenophobic point of view.

Graciously good, belligerently bad, on one sympathetic standpoint we willingly do dare bellowing blatantly "s***s subjective dude." Don't we wish these tactfully purposed polar political game goals? vehement victories and devestatingly destructive total defeats? obviously oxymoronic these timeless ritualed rules
consciencely created for fulfilling one offensive: an particularly pointed objective of perpetuating pain, mass misery, and an outrageous oppression.

Belittled brothers and subjugated sisters please pay me mind and actively auscultate those that are avidly opposing our certainly selective, busily befuddled, serially sensational and aggressively withdrawn world views. Valiently they are the ones, obiesantly inuctable in demeanor, who continuously question our occlusive, hard headed, redoubtable rhetoric. It's those that disagree which we should hold so highly, it's easy to please by being one of the crowd but they the brave that courageously say out loud: "hey, I disagree wholeheartedly" They are the gallant, albeit inadvertently, with every acrimonious doubt they propel us towards an idyllic way to be.