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Another Way
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)

It is such a violent love,
a stalkers obsession of politics.
Chocolates and flowers instead of
mousetraps and cheese.

We are such guilded rats,
trapped in a gold encrusted maze.
Rewarded for our Pavlovian responses
in a world of left and right choices.

There are pitfalls and pratfalls,
comedic rhymes and reasons.

We are riders in the hand basket to hell,
stopping occasionally to picnic with
army ants pursuing a singular goal.

And it is all so deadly passionate,
the laughter of the reaper, echoing.
While gathering in great swaths…
an audience of beheaded ignobility.

And in this we condescend to lies,
bowing to no greater fools than ourselves.

Because winning is nothing
compared to losing everything.
And nothing must be maintained,
we must win at any cost.

We the guilded rats
in the manipulated maze.
Rewarded with gold,
chocolates and cheese.

Turning to the left and to the right,
with the ease of reactive jackbooted knees.

Woe unto the God's and heroes,
that train us to fall as cannon fodder.
Into the long war, subservient to life,
shell shocked stupid, by fear and imagination.

For though our love may be violent,
we are cowards who seek the peace.
Stalkers with an obsession to exit…
this golden maze, to find another way.

Lone Wolf Howl
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)

I don't want to call you a moron,
fellow American, neighbor, friend.
But it's getting increasingly obvious
you're doomed and taking me with you.

You are the monster, you've told me about,
compassionate, loving and armed to the teeth.
The long arm of the law is strangling us to death,
and you're loving it as if its a great big bear hug.

All of you who claim that "love" is the answer,
look the other way as hatred is proclaimed a loser.
The liberty to live free, hated and shackled to law,
true love manipulated into collective irresponsibility.

There is plenty of blame to fire up the causes of passion,
"they" did this to us, "they" made us this way, "they"…
"they" made us do it, "they" are responsible. "they"…
Who are "they" but we who encouraged "them"…

We're doomed, as all of this misplaced love is broken,
the fantasy couldn't withstand the harshness of reality.
And we are stalked by our own lovers with carnal intent,
abused then tossed aside, tenderized and malleable, spent.

Shedding tears on the roadside and collecting them as votes,
fear the number one receiver, the winner of your reactive pain.
And I am the devil and extreme to point to your bruises and cuts,
I cry that you're love is killing you, and you smile as if I'm crazy.

I don't want to call you stupid, my fellow American, my neighbor,
my friend. But its getting increasingly obvious that you're doomed,
And you're taking me with you, kicking and screaming, NO, NO, NO.
All I can do is howl like a lone wolf, all alone and hope you get smart.

Coin of the Realm
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)

A democrat looked into a political mirror,
and reflected upon the republican there.
In perfect unison and salutations they
mouthed the dogma and mantra of hate.

The pendulum that swings
both left and right,
wavered on its axis of evil,
no longer affixed at the center.
Chaos would reign as it shattered
the romantic utopian glass.

The shards of hatred
that fell from the heavens,
and twinkled like falling stars
would scar the face of philosophy
with craters of blood and dissension.

A paradox paradigm of chaos conspiracy,
forged a coin of two heads and two tails,
and the choice once flipped into the air,
nothing more than a toss of fifty fifty,
of hate verses hate, while love flowed
freely down the irrational drain.

No matter which side you choose,
the shackles would always remain the same.

Money they would cry, the root of all evil,
we are the poor and the innocent.
Don't we deserve equality of riches,
the ambitious would forge link upon link,
the constitution of indentured slavery.

And thus chained…

The nature of the mind, the dual personality of reason,
the fractured individual of good and evil.
In its never ending war of greed and philanthropy,
would insist that God and philosophy had died.

And the remnants of reason would doubt the saving
grace of liberty. The honor of they father and mother,
resolved by the forced monopoly of compassion.
Individual freedom resting upon the laurels of
abandoned responsibility, paid for at the ballot box.

By gun and good intentions, by the blood of misdirected
patriots assuming the righteous preconceptions.

What's in it for me! A rallying cry for strength,
pretending all the while to care for your neighbor.
By hook or crook to win at all cost, one mans
jackboots after all are another mans Birkenstocks.

Lament oh woe, what can be done…
The daring are often exposed in ignorance,
parroting the false love of haphazard control,
with unintended consequences reaping what is sown.

A tragic comedy of slapstick dimensions,
the Illuminati pressing ahead with chaos conspiracy.
The dead have lost to history and the living are
doomed to stutter incomprehensibly, "I don't know."

Two heads and two tails of the same coin,
a superstitious calling of wailing ghosts,
"Hey something is wrong," and "I don't know",
Maybe the collective is worth saving, individually.

Perhaps we can forge another coin,
with one head and one tail to compete
philosophically with the two faced spin
that's always confused with good or evil.

Whatever that is and define the choice,
for better or for worse, heads or tails.

A republican looked into a political mirror,
and reflected upon the democrat there.
In perfect unison and salutations they
mouthed the dogma and mantra of hate.

They snarl and bark in envy
at the reflection of each others shoes.
One coin with two heads and two tails,
where nobody wins and everybody lose.

Tweedle Dumb
by MrDaMan
Virgil R. Hall II (Randy)

They limped into the Social Security office at the same time. One holding the door for the other in common politeness. Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dumb, brothers in pain and seeking public assistance, one head up in hope and the other head down in shame. They didn't know each other in any personal sense and didn't care about each other specifically, but generally they cared a great deal. The world shouldn't be so damned hard on their brothers and they were glad that society was good enough to provide a safety net like Supplemental Security Income.

Tweedle Dee was born with a series of ailments and at 30 years of age, limped because of poor blood circulation and pain from bone disease. It's difficult for him to find work because he can't stay on his feet for long periods of time and can't lift and carry 50 to 60 pounds without exacerbating his condition. His medical bills are paid for by the government and his doctor has written a recommendation that he should avoid strenuous work or his health could deteriorate considerably.

Tweedle Dumb was born healthy and worked for over 40 years as a general laborer. He limped because of poor blood circulation and bone deterioration due to all of the years of hard work he put in carrying anything from 20 to 300 pounds from one place to another. He's still working because who else is going to pay the rent, but it's been getting increasingly difficult just to stand much less attend to all of the bending over, picking up and moving material around. He paid 60 dollars to a doctor to tell him, "You're getting older, arthritis and increasing weakness is to be expected. If you continue working so strenuously your health could deteriorate considerably."

The Social Security office gave Tweedle Dee a check and told him he could expect it monthly. They told Tweedle Dumb to come back in 20 years, that someone had to pay for Tweedle Dee, you say you're still working, good! Sorry about your pain and increasing weakness, if your health deteriorates enough so that you can't work at all maybe we'll give you a check too.

Tweedle Dee is buying a motorcycle, marijuana and plays with his dog. Tweedle Dumb is going back to work to pay for the rent, the doctor, Vicodin and oh yeah Tweedle Dee. Looking down in shame and wondering how he ever thought that he could qualify for a free ticket, Tweedle Dumb falls on his knees and earns his name.