2025.12.08

How witty and smart I felt knowing so much about aristocracy,

Each fine debatable detail of such a corrupt political economy,

Which I could use to beat over-the-head of them easily mislead.

Each book a thud-whack at their mind,

Each idea a cudgel of shame I did lord,

Each exclusionary grouping my power!

Yet, how weak and foolish I looked spewing it out so arrogantly,

Using knowledge as divisive tool, not consolidating connection,

Nor engaging to organize an army of labour to force my claims.

But, let politician and oligarch fight,

When the poor and knowing unite,

As the worker marches demands!

2025.12.06

Oh yes, for sure, at some point on your adventure, you must seek the library of knowledge,

And when there, set about discovering those many secret details that will aid your journey.

But, I mean, also be realistic, don’t expect the keepers of knowledge to do any real fighting...

They’re far too smart for that, ya see,

And they’ve got history down to a tale,

So they already know the long endings,

And would rather read of doomed glory,

By the warmth of fire and cushion chair,

Living long healthy lives reflecting myths.

Crinkling pages of the book siren brains!

Each line they offer singing as prophecy,

Waiting for a naïve stumbling backbone,

To accidentally wander into their library,

And support highest their brilliant minds,

Then go fight their penned apocalypses!

2025.12.04

Tearing into bits something so obviously dislikable,

Is an easier task, than connecting for a fuller vision.