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The Moral Crusaders and the Hypocritical Escapades

This is dedicated to...

Well, you can work it out.

The Foot Soldiers of Political Change


Change is in the Wind, like a stale fart

They took something bad

And made it right

And then repeated the same mistake

Never knowing when to stop

Without observing the flapping faux pas

On their nose

Like a discarded embryo sac

Made buoyant by the hot winds

Of time

Once again solidifying

The corpses of errors

Piled endlessly throughout history

Reborn and Redressed

For the new school of thought.

There’s nothing like running that injustice

Into the putrid layers

Of hypocrisy

Tomorrow’s fossil fuel

Still fermenting

Yet, if you put your lips to the populous Holy Wall

The stench is obvious

As the silver lining sphincters

From whence superiority flows.


Written in 2016 in the midst of Social Justice Warrior Mass Hysteria. Unfortunately it's still going with discrimination occurring openly, except now, after the media ran with it, it's been integrated into business and government policy, all in the name of uh, non-discrimination.

Next will be reeducation camps.

While the above poem is more about arrogance and hypocrisy, I do like this quote.

Coming next week,

My unproduced feature length screenplay, Travel Bug, based on some of my travels when I was young. Written before there were reams of the 'easily offended.' So it must come with a Warning to protect them.


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