Author: lbstowe

So much sorted upwards to those superior.
Made by the poor of Earth…We, the inferior.

They enjoy the comforts of the actions we take.
No tops without bottoms; we all own that mistake.

Seemingly born to emulate & enable.
Yet, we’ve never had seats…nor have seen the table.

They bathe in black gold & they devour our youth.
Soaked in their purpose by our first fallen milk tooth.

Yes, free will & all that…at the end of the day.
We can reject their paltry noblesse obligée.

“Go to all the big balls but stay for the nuts.”
My socially awkward definement of guts.

There’s a few things that’ll get me out the door.
Chief among them the hope of finding one more.

One who wants to be there even less than me.
Someone who’ll take my hand &, together, flee.

Someone who will make being out alone safe.
A buffer for all the social norms that chafe.

Until I find them, I must force myself out.
Lean on my hope & try forgetting my doubt.

These are their halcyon days; I’ve seen wither & thorn.
Dizzy reality of dreams; ready to be born.

Their world is an open door; I’ve climbed out of windows.
Short times free of sin; but I can see innuendos.

Walls are free of writing…yet, mine are black with scribble.
Words still free of allusion…I know how to quibble.

They’re just now learning to lie; while I’m focused on why.
They’re just now learning to try; I’m committed to fly.

They’ll learn how to sort thru life; I can only model.
Shown is stronger than told…either way, off they’ll toddle.

For: E&B

To judge is so much easier than to redeem.
At least, that is how the current opinions seem.

Everyday folks now expected to live on lies.
No more facts, just tax, to the wealthy subsidize.

Generational trauma; generational wealth.
Buy forgetting & remembering…buy health.

Augment reality with a pair of glasses.
Busy eyes never know you’re robbing their asses.

So, I suggest protest…while it is still allowed.
Our Words & Deeds matter; do not hide in the crowd.

I’m gonna come out for change & evolving.
Yet, not at the cost of cities dissolving.

I won’t assume that strangers are enemies.
Rather, presume new folks are amenities.

I won’t exit my home expecting a fight.
I get out twice a week, why can’t we be light?

We’ve not yet given this the thought it deserves.
By the time we’re set; we’ll be low on reserves.

We know slow & steady always wins the race.
So, lower the volume & wind down the pace.

This guy’s like an enema; just around to stir up shit.
An un-elected oligarch, you guessed it!…Elon’s it.

Fireworks across the sky are nothing to celebrate.
Molten metal debris raining down across several states.

Chainsaws in the marble halls of our legislative branch.
Fast-food buffets in the “ready-room”…don’t forget the ranch!

Ripping social safety nets & toppling infrastructure.
Data stole to nurse AI…watch civil order rupture.

Rights no more inalienable; only for a price.
No more common peoples…the rich & robots won’t suffice.

You thirst for innocence & its hunt.
You are an evil iron clad cunt.

Front faced facade’s a beautiful lie.
It hides rot left by another guy.

Buy the whole lot & set fire to bricks.
Not much left after; still, something sticks.

Wicks burn fast…save the advent of wax.
Life at that speed carries hefty tax.

Ax hefted high o’er your own pale neck.
Now…you’re the only thing left to wreck.

Many of my days I write satire.
When my nerves are frayed down to live wire.

Other days I am scribe to the heart.
Imagining a love á la carte.

Yes, though not often, I’ve written rage.
Smeared bloody anger across my page.

Penultimately, I do opine.
Acerbic wit strained thru gallows pride.

From my first word…to future’s long tooth.
Between first line & last…there lived truth.

It has been said, “There are no atheists in a foxhole.”
In protest, I say, “I think that is not the story whole.”

None on planes, none on trains…nor a hostage situation.
None on boats, none on floats…nor a skydiving vacation.

It is true that belief comes upon those facing an end.
Yet, no god’s been seen putting halt to War’s Engine of Men.

He’s yet to prevent any holocausts or genocides. 
Not involved AIDS, Cancer, Climate Change or Rising Tides

So, for me, there’ll be no reckoning upon my deathbed.
If he exists, he will be answering to me instead.

She pulls a mustard seed pack from her boot.
She says, “Here, I offer to you eye of newt!”

She cackles wildly & pulls at her hair.
Some shed in her hand. She said, “Add this there!”

Now, between us stood an ancient cauldron.
We two stood there matriarch & godson.

We threw in photos, herbs & clasped our hands.
Everything melted into rippling bands.

The garden around us grew lush & tall.
When asked how we did it, “Just lucky…that’s all.”