Tec- Tonic plates decimation proliferates…Folks livin in oblivion off them Alter – Ed states. While others lie in wait to exact a certain measure…To even off the fields where their fore bredren bled.
Inequity….Haves grow exponential off preferential. And paupers are abused by rank denial of essential. Every theory and query I ponder gets me leery. I’m catchin’ masses hookin’ off on phantoms which are clearly inside the recesses of their tortured orchard. Steppin’ forward with cognizance past/present/future tense. In order to ensure I endure; I dead illusory. Slight of hand distracts who was never meant for see.
We salivates for status quo; oppress dissenters. Mothers wail – invaders trample their defenders’ embers. But I see ’em approach in column form and even random…Scanned ’em…Dispatch single file, three across and tandem. Hogtied with they own propaganda; brand ’em…Then send ’em home to Hades with the lesson that I hand ’em….
No longer by pugilism – My intellect is bludgeon…Though I was formerly known as 7:30’s runnin’ cousin. This Dark Hornet is cuttin’ silent ignorance with buzzin’. If I fail; it’s on me. Don’t put it on no baker’s dozen.
Final Note: I run it live so the quotient ain’t just apparent – but evident of true thought ascent. May these metaphors expurgate the floors of all delusion…Those who’ve been victimized may yet reclaim what thieves are usin’