I know words No words leave me stumped I need more words. Twitter. Donald Trump. Status quo towards cohorts My behest Potus faux words, oh Lord I have the best Language, I have it Anguish, I banish Managing image Covfefe, Goddammit Collateral damage Strategic advantage State of the Union: Confusion is average
Excuse me, can I help you? Am I the card that life has dealt you? If so you can shuffle again There’s been enough of you men And your solicitation Sole recitations Like your soul resonating to some Pitch or some brand I understand; you need to pay bills But I’m a hard sell And don’t have time to monkey around With some junk you have found Like some knives Or a cause I, frankly, Don’t have the bandwidth to help a hand with So you might as well be a bandit Cause you won’t get my cash willingly.
What’s that? Oh, silly me. You’re not looking for money? So tell me, Which church are you pitching me? Because if you’re wishing we can listen To some scriptures and you’ll be switching me To worship a difference scene, you best believe You should just up leave, turn the ignition key And pick a different street.
Oh, not that then? What could you possibly be at my door knocking — Wait, I know I should have recognized you when we began talking Normally I can tell you when you walk in And I ought to have known then Cause I’ve brought your ass home More than enough times I’ve grown to be cynical And here you come to my doorstep Though normally, you look like Pinnacle Or a fight after I’ve been ridiculed Or something I catch that’s clinical Or a red flag that looks too good to say no to
So it’s clear I was having far too good a time Minding my own damn business With my shit together Well, our get together has come to a close So turn your hiney around and march off on the double I don’t hate to burst your bubble But I’m fine without you Cause I know your face and You Are Trouble.
Distraction is the Devil Because the Devil’s in the details Which details why we succeed or we fail. When the details get too intricate it’s harder to be intimate Defining what is finite while Divine is all that’s Infinite. The great ones told disciples that what’s pleasant is the present So distraction as an action holds us back from reaching Heaven.
And so distraction is the Tempter, The empty promise of doors that we enter Desire without design, it is why Caveat Emptor It is that cavernous empty sensation, temptation From the narrow path we barrel past when we become impatient. It is unfortunate there is no shortcut to victorious, Still we rush and hurry just to let distraction worry us.
Distraction is named Satan The adversary, the enemy, the grandest antagonist To all the universe, the world and all who inhabit it It’s the reason for the Sabbath, for distraction turns your eyes An aversion from your service, from your work, and from your lives Distraction is a lie. It is the Maya of Siddhartha, the serpent in the Garden, It darkness, it is evil, It is prison without pardon.
Distraction is a false shepherd A demon leading stubborn asses to graze on greener grasses Making sheep of masses with the least of actions. A merchant peddling fool’s gold alchemized from fools’ goals Traded for the currencies of time and what the truth holds. Distraction is your lesser conscience making you less conscious Pontius Pilate’s silence, a thief that takes your chances.