washington escort service…

washington escort service

high priced prostitutes
willing to shed
their
moral responsibility
to
a nation
for
the drug
of
addictive power
and
financial gain
doing what
their
pimp
moscow mitch
tells them
to
do
even
declaring
that
the emperor’s new
fascist
clothes
are
the height
of
democracy
but
what happens
when
the landscape
is
war-torn
and
there is
nothing left
to
rule over
and
no one
to
subjugate
for that matter
who will
change
the bloody sheets
on
their whorehouse beds

a sudden loss of cabin pressure…

a sudden loss of cabin pressure

what shall we place
on
america’s gravestone
here lies
a nation
aborted
by
its greed
and
intolerance
of
its
own history
or
an unborn promise
made
with its fingers crossed
concealed
behind
a back of hate
and
prejudice
all
the while
scripting words
constituting
a justification
for
continuation
of
an oligarchy
but
with
more than
one
king
a feudal state
with
all the trappings
of
the middle ages

 

 

democracy…

for centuries
the box was guarded
its gilded surface
glowed like gold
in the sunlight
but blackened
when night grasped
the nation
no one knew
its true content
although historians
had contrived
detailed descriptions
of
what
was inside
based upon
archaeological remains
but
in reality
those details
were more myth
than
anything
indeed
one had
to
just
believe
what had been written
and
published
in children’s
indoctrination books
those
who challenged
the faith
were shunned
and
forced to live
within
the narrowest confines
of
the city
or
caged within prisons
to
protect
society
now
one day
after the box
had been dropped
a few observant
people
saw through
the cracks
that
the box
was
empty

 

how mcdonald’s et al destroyed the world…

everything’s
fast food
what we
eat
read
and
how we
contemplate
the world
around us
it’s easy
to do
ipads
and
watches
deliver
takeout
predigested news
served up
with
side dishes
of
calorie laden
commercials
for
our consumption
carefully conceived
and
cooked up
by
monetizing
algorithmic
corporate chefs
and

since
our minds
are not feed
anything
to chew on
the
political
and
marketing lies
are
easily digested
by
democracy’s
couch potatoes
who
without
any
physical effort
on their part
not
even
the consumption
of
weight loss pills
still manage
to
lose
significant portions
of
their freedom

an incomplete life…

the empty spaces
wedged between your dreams are fears
forced in by others

 

failed parenting…

always
fragile
and
weak
but
there had always
been
someone there
offering
care
and
nursing
its need
for
light
but
gold
gilded words
deflected
the light
and
democracy
began
to die
without
the light
of
truth

 

the book of dying 1:7…

but death spoke offering false hope
and people listened denying all truth
choosing the darkness over the light
counting their coins not other’s lives

 

ain’t nobody here but us chickens….

world
democracy
ain’t nothing
but
a chicken
with
it’s head cut off
without
strong
humanitarian leadership
flip
flopping
around
spilling
children’s blood
all
over the ground
and
mighty nations
don’t
make a peep
about
the carnage
since
they’re
looking forward
to
greed’s
feast
carelessly
made
with
cunning
bloodied hands
from
selling weapons
to
both
warring parties
you
might
rightly call
those
nations
chicken pluckers
for
as the earth
is plunged
into
the boiling water
of
climate change
they’re
busy
pulling
earth’s resource feathers
off
to stuff
their pillows
with
dollars
but
one day soon
no one
is
going to have
a place
to
sleep

 

denial of climate change…

 

i’ve
begun
to wonder
if
blindness
is acquired
after living
in
the light
too
long
the question
was
perhaps
engendered by
all
the dark days
with
rain
we’ve
been having
i’ve noticed
how
even
the slightest
ray
of
sunlight
can become
overwhelming
when
one’s eyes
have
become
accustomed
to
the darkness
and
how
the sound
of
rain
like the voices
of
dying children
soon
become
all too
familiar
how
small
pained faces
become
blurred
behind
a fog
of lies
and then
invisible
in the darkness
as
if
they don’t exist
i suppose
you could
call it
a blindness
of
sorts
or
just denial
after
a
brief period
of
true
democracy