“I like big books and I cannot lie– Y’all other readers can’t deny– When a tome strolls past with its thick old spine– It’s like, damn novel, you so fine…”
It sort of just keeps going like that, the song is way longer than I remembered. Really the only other part worthy of your time would be, “My oblongata don’t want none unless you weigh tonne, son.” And now you know pretty much what I did yesterday. 🙂
I do have a more legitimate rhyme salvo to lob in your general direction today. We’ll talk a bit more at its close, enjoy!
“Faulty Circuits”, July 9, 2020.
Impracticably negative
Outlook and feedback loops
Crassly dour and segregative
To vulnerable groups
This tribalistic hatred foul’s
A separate class of drugs
Both like to leave with ingrained scowl
And each will render slugs
Self-loathing is the frequent root
To seek out either one
And while transforming to a brute
Will masquerade as fun
But see conversion’s lightning-swift
And upon completion
Consciousness now so far adrift
Near worthy deletion
Yet forfeiting humanity
Surely is not the way
False martyrs nor insanity
Cannot be sanctioned sway.
I haven’t been rhyming as much of late so it’s nice to enjoy a brief respite in the comfort of pattern and structure. Like an argyle blanket fort.
The intended theme here is more on the nose than the ball of a circus-trained seal so I don’t feel it necessary to delve into the patently obvious. What is considerably less so would be the manner of how to actually fill your soul with something other than hatred or substance abuse. Ironic as there are few things if any, more vacuous. Like trying to fill your gas tank with an empty jerry can. Going through the motions but accomplishing nothing.
As always, I am truly grateful for your readership and support. I’ve also really been enjoying the comments of late so feel free to keep them coming! Not always right away but I’ll try to reply to every one. 🙂
Now let’s all go strive to be the people our dogs think we are!
Happy Trails and Waggy Tales!
-Alex Blaikie
dReadpoetssobriety
A fractured mind held together by cellophane and some used tack.
Dread Poets Sobriety 
Tasty, thanks for that.
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My pleasure sir!
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Niiice!
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Thank you very much sir
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You’re most welcome.
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“I like pigs. Dogs look up to us. Cats look down on us. Pigs treat us as equals.” Winston Churchill. Maybe strive less and get a pig instead of a dog? 🙂
Great poem.
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Were it up to me I would have a collection of all 3. Not to mention the gang of squirrels trained to perform my every whim. I would, of course, be a benevolent leader. Mercilessly benevolent:)
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Loved your writing style. 😀
Very well written!
Also, I just LOVED your site title!
It’s easily one of the best I have come across yet. 😀
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Much obliged, my friend. Welcome!
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Reblogged this on Nelson MCBS.
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Thanks for the reblogs Nelson! Hope you’re doing well:)
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Sounds like you’ve got the beginnings of a damn fine rap going on here. I remember the days when you were actually reading your poems, I wish I’d saved a few of those classic recordings. What’s it gonna take for you to record your first rap 🙂
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Alcohol and money?
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Very nice. And I liked the, “I like big butts and I cannot lie” remix, lol
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Thank you!
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This is so good☺
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Thank you very much!
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Thank you!
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“A blog is a log-in storage holding many creative uncut GEMS to be cut into peace-meal Jewels that are a million fortunes in 1 treasure!”_-Van Prince
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