Realities fantastic

Fictions are becoming real,
Realities fantastic.
Mr. Smith’s they come and go,
Within each spirit plastic.

Collectively they neutralize
Each other hand in hand,
Tyranny’s majority,
De Tocqueville’s reprimand.

Left right

Left right left right,
Without any right or wrong,
How they get the slaves to fight,
History suppressed by song.

On checkerboards chaotic

On checkerboards chaotic,
Go knights upon the board,
As rulers grown despotic,
Go quietly ignored.

Six pack

CBS would never lie,
Facts there never absentee.
Viacom might try and try,
But could not warp reality.

Disney grows but not its nose,
As News Corp would relay,
That Comcast and Time Warner
Have fudged their time delay.

church.gov

Gone un-tweeted from the perch,
God’s law obsolesced from church,
Fearful then to all alarms,
Church will welcome states with arms
Stationed there for their defense,
Worship then can recommence,
Midst body armored discipline.
The church the state is christening
With legs apart, and hand in glove,
Your papers please, your church.gov.

Breaking down

It’s all about language,
Breaking down meaning.
Compact we’re stacked
‘Till floors become ceilings.

Just

Just no one talk,
Just for a while.
Just take a walk.
Just frown or smile.
Just keep it in.
Just maybe then,
Just single file,
Just hoot or howl.
Just over bent,
Into the tent,
As primates make
No argument,
And monkey trials
Decline descent.

Common ground

Common ground,
Hand in hand,
Quiet down,
Into the sand.

Common-ism

Almost rights that steady fight
And nibble way foundations
Collective views that skew us through
With hollow expectations

Safe and secure

Safe and secure surrounded,

Policing ourselves with care.

Together our minds impounded,

Regrouped with a blanker stare.