I Just Sip My Tea

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The trolls be strollin in

emperor clothed they unashamed

Like clouds they be rollin in wind,

thundering like lightning they came

Controversy reeks of disaster

So above like vultures, they glide

Seeking whom they can scour

Simmering, seething in snide

Coming plain, they moan moo with beef

Bulls be brazen, threading in strife stroll

Tis a field, a forum for a foe to be fought

So crying charge, consternation claim control

Words will why, souls will wither

Weather will warp, Woes will wend

For ones simple beyond and abroad

Will weigh whacked, as twits will trend

We weep for Grandma Grammar

See her grave here down below,

see english beautiful butchered,

smh tldr, tmi lmafo lol

Collateral conjectural, who dies matters not here

Cultural contextual, for what was, now lies shot

Cogency calamity, shout louder, inspire fear

Complainers maintain, spew as thou aught  


For this means SORE!



Do you hear that din descending?

Can you feel that impending hum

The trolls beat the war chant

In droves soon tweets will come

For whom, well the trolls

Thumb flexin, tweet vexin, care not

Kermit shaded, inspired in ire

Any target found will be outfought

Ready the canon

Blare loud every horn

Retcon all truth

Demise any who scorn

Bells rung, to ships all called

Correlate toward sober causation

Held hands they sort of once

So stand firm on our citation

Rumors fly, yet we bind them down

Murmurs whisper, amplify their sound

Leaked, mined, there data renown

On the hype train, let us all bound!

TLDR: there, no surprise

I must surmise rows of lines

As length denizens despise

So YOLO XD potatoes vines!



To the Court of Public Opinion

In the court of public opinion

Lords and ladies abound

Testy swaggered with thought

Sheaths unfeline they hound


Yet arrows to your wings

Opinions on which you sore

Hammering, you hem and haw

beating ears like Thor


Thunder you may sound

Yet divine you are not

Lightning you may seem

Yet light bares you shot  


Who grants you rights to reek

Who extended the scepter

Hey, hang on man, hold it

Is there a reason for your banter


Yes you  have a mouth

and sure, you do use it

Yet does that  mean really

you should desire to abuse it?


Seek eloquence suave

Aspire to the brevity of wit

Inquire queries of disputes

Think about words a bit


Swag with testimony integral

Stroll with wisdom in hand

Saunter a sage savvy

So wise curt opinions stand

The Other Side Has Lied

The grass is greener

the fruit is sheener

the light doth gleamer

on the other side


While life is meaner

And grief is keener

firm your demeanor

They use pesticide


Let mud be serener

the fruit be leaner

and darkness pristiner

though your grass has dried


For our grass is realer

Sorrow’s fruit are clearer

And truth’s light dearer

As we are death defied

See, These Ships Sink

These ships are sinking, we must find a shore secure

Sure, these boats have carried us as is known in lore

Yet these husks are rotten, brim ragged of holes

Sending these sculls to depths, drowning all clinging souls


So save our souls, in a meaning clear

Amend our ardor, truth without smear

Rescue our reason, rend rectitude right

Salvage our spirit, redeem us from the trite


On these waters, we words once meant something

Yet these swells of culture were sadly perverting

So on these oceans of life, new words must sail anew

For under these depths, we must sleep dead, there accrue

Within Whose Waters We Swim


In the great sea of Culture, we fishies swim, breathe, and have our subsistence. We take from these watery depths, letting its waves inform  and influence our actions, our thoughts and our deeds. Yet when an individual does something that upsets other individuals, infringing on their sense of identity, hindering their freedom, denying another their rights, many blame culture. For someone must pay in blood, one must be tarred and feathered, life demands a sacrifice and life must be satiated. Someone must pay. Why not the void, unfeeling, unknowing, impersonal, a universal that stands above us, why not history, the deadened past with antique “backwardness”, why not culture, for we all know its pervasive lies creep into and seer our souls with its destructive acidity.

So we blame culture. Yet we are to blame. For culture is not just an impersonal force that exist above us, controlling us, and affecting us in a one way exchange, a monologue of decrepid instructions toward destruction. No, this is a two way street. For human beings, individuals are not alone in the universe, we do not exist separate like islands, free, autonomous and liberal. No, we individuals, we fishies swim in these waters and as much as we take, we also give, as much as we receive, we also instate, and as much as we are influenced, we influence this watery world. For this aqua is not sterile, these waters are not pure, for we individuals pour our hopes, our schemes, our ideals and our dreams to dissolve into this solution–we individuals flavor the waves that we taste whether the waters are sweet and clear or are bitter, burning and acrid. Whatever has been taken from culture was put in by another human being, thus whatever problems you would like to blame on culture, originates from another human being across the pond.

Now before you sharpen your steak knives, pull out your pitchforks, and light your torches, not always do these problems originate from one human being, not always is one individual to blame–however, these problems are human, thus humans are to blame, every and all, for we all have the potential and the inclination to strive towards strife and more importantly, we will . For we individuals are personalities, bent and driven to the pursuit of our own life, liberty and happiness, for which we sacrifice others in our pursuit. Yes we fishies our own devils in disguise, we are the sharks stark in snark that snip and snap at other existences to secure our own. For there will be blood in these waters as all must work by sweated blood of their brow–yet the blood will not be ours, for aren’t those minnows swimming this way. What an opportune sacrifice.

Yet, look and see, those minnows, small, sleek, swimming by, those minnows are you and me, those victims and perpetrators are one in the same–see the flesh you suck at is your own, Tantalus the thigh you chew is thine as the prey prey. This is not us vs them, they the dirty sick dying, we the saved, wholly, pharisicylical. Redeemed does not mean reassigned–it means recommissioned so all yall crabby hermits drop the shells, lose your shields, take off the gloves, swim within the waters yet be, remain yet transcend, stay yet assault–whoops, salt these waters, for we were not commissioned to pedestals to stand on and look down, but we were sent to the trenches, the caverns, the land where the Son fails to shine especially, we have been sent, so we should go.