The ongoing problem with most American poetry & poets today is their lack of belief in themselves & that they don’t expand upon their ideals or experiment enough with their craft. That’s why we are all stuck in the same old literary grind & groove still pushing out old ideas, listening to ridiculous banter of egotistical critics & still worshipping the old schools & movements of long past yesterdays from decades ago. Dead icons, dead ideas, dead slams and an established academic system that’s biased and too busy promoting all the cliche events that they believe are all about community but mainly promoting their own of which are not open to all poets without degrees but mostly only to students & the inner sanctum. Poetry is for everyone and it needs a new vision of our times. The 21st century. The majority of poets who are producing new & original works are being ignored. Poetry should be independent and free of bias and uncategorized. Workshops or classes are not the solution.
The Reality Of Life Is A Back Injury That Doesn’t Stop Screaming As You Try Moving Forward Into The Next Sunrise Knocking You Out Like A Heavyweight Fighter Each Day
He’s a hopeless case A delusional lunatic With teen-age boy fans Wearing ugly red hats With 3rd grade education levels Of intelligence & no teeth Angry because their lives Amounted to nothing
And somehow He gets all his rich Friends to pay for His sessions, crimes & actions
With threats & hate
Treating him like A baby who soils Himself frequently
Taking Actions Like sad parents Trying to cover Up & bury his behavior Like a pile of dog shit In the park
Blind fools Who’ve watched Too many reality TV shows & who Are maladjusted To what’s sanity
Fucked eternally In the head & now Damaged for life
So No.
I don’t have anymore Time to waste on Nero
There’s no cure For this case
No redemption For his crimes
My diagnosis is that They should chain him In a dark basement Without food, water Or interaction and let Nature take its course
A professional And wise decision For a secure humanity
A secure world
Because on the sofa All he talks about is Himself, burning down Cities & taking revenge
And once?
When asked about His consequences he Said ” I AM GOD” and EVERYTHING belongs To ME
IT’S MINE!
Laughing about How he owns everything & everyone as he slurred & drooled His words and rambled on Endlessly about other Human beings of different Races & immigrants being If less value than others
And As a psychologist I’ve only seen a case Like this once before :
In a patient Named Adolph Hitler
Who had a fetish For burning things
Like people Human beings
So I don’t have anymore Time to waste on Nero
And it’s my prognosis is That we all get the fuck Outta this place
This is what Happens when Social Media Divides humanity Creates fodder for The storm & Influences the young Who do not understand The true reality of their Consequences
Perhaps Special needs
Not a hero Just a kid
Perhaps Sees the classic Villain on a TV Screen
But the Villain is real This is not a Movie or a repeat or A video game
The false messiah? The false victim?
His lies His hate Screaming And tearing a Hole in the fabric Of democracy
Our world
This is not Kennedy, Lincoln Or Julius Caesar, Gandhi, Ronald Reagan or Martin Luther King
By far
This is not A reality TV show But a nightmare Living now
A bystander An innocent
Dead
And now The grifter The monster Uses the shock Sorrow & situation At hand
To make himself A false hand, protected By some God
Using the same Tools that influenced Some sad mentally challenged 20 year old child with a rifle
“What concerns me is that man, unable to articulate, to express himself adequately, reverts to action. Since the vocabulary of action is limited, as it were, to his body, he is bound to act violently, extending his vocabulary with a weapon . . .”
