true true, so true…
in the never-ending purga(s)tory
of this 24/7 brain
refrains of fl-attitudes
preach gospels of negligence
the screaming human(?) freight-train, coming at me…
borne of DYI privileges,
their self-perceived pre-eminence
will curtail (y)our every freedom
forked-tongues and false images
projected from the box(es)
created by one Oz
this dystopian utopia,
purposeful scheming, corporate fox(es)… SCORE
so cunning so sly, plastic stuffs be (y)our new gods
exhaust the masses
a never-ending chase
of that proverbial dragon,
run-run-run lads and lasses
get your fair(?) share,
succeed-succeed drink up from this flagon!
Disembark that damned freight train,
get up on a swing!
come ride a Unicorn
a true free-for-all waits
stands gesturing wildly,
atop Your very own,
Fly you fuckers,
Yours, from a most loved place: MyLaRebelSeagull; in this moment, chained only by links that hold the seat in place…
There is a much bigger story here, but right now, please help me help this family?
The story is here, if 140, that’s right One Hundred and Forty people send them $10.00 each (interac online banking e-transfer to this email address: Sea_monkey5@hotmail.com is quick and painless), their holidays are saved.
Seriously, at a time of year when too many folks are willing to bow down to the Kings of corporate greed, credit, and go into (more) massive debt to buy useless bits of plastic and other crap, we can do more than ‘express our outrage.’ That alone, to me anyway, is contributing to the problem. If you actually can’t afford $10, perfect, I understand. Really I do, and my heart bleeds for you too.
The only way to do something about anything, is to DO something.
The principal of compassion is that which converts disillusionment into a participatory companionship. This is the basic love, the charity, that turns a critic into a human being who has something to give to – as well as to demand of – the world. -Joseph Campbell
~MyLa: not unplugged and with warmth, lights and a stove to cook on.