...system is da problem...

…system is the problem...

           jimmy.mankind@gmail.com

We cudda had it all, but we could never get enuff.

We clothed ourselves with the pelts of torture.

The warmer we made our bodies, the colder we became inside.

We always took “Nien!” for an answer

From corpo-rat systems that could not say yes.

They are like doctors in the death camps,

Saving the babies only for them to be executed later.

Humans have become the canaries in their own world-wide “clean” coal mine.

We ran out songbirds long ago.

We are dancing on our tomb.

We are oblivious, always craving nepenthes.

The Ultras are the evil-doers and they know it. But they do it anyway. Thus we know they’re criminal: they separate babies from mamas to send a message of putting 15,000 children in jails. This is how we know we are all dirt to these  darkened spirits. A few hope to do good some day, after they do evil “just a little bit longer.” Their “evil” is LIVE spelled backwards. That is so profitable everyone else—except us “useless eaters”—does it with them. We are complicit in this slow motion holocaust even as we conspire our getaways.

WE have to keep up so we let ourselves believe their lies, delusions, myths: the TLC of Torture, the Sanctity of Wars designed to create more WARS and not 

The end to War.

WE discover that 1/9th of US (11%) cannot find enough to eat. In this time of “prosperity” under the religious redemption of the money myth. The money, power and assets of the Elites, all float upon our debt. While we sink deeper, they buy up every material thing on Earth. The Upper 10,000 owns Planet Earth except for the seas where they toss their Plastic, Oil, and old meds.

We are nothing more than a big fat Bananablama Republic with a more 

sophisticated style of corruption. WE make nothing for ourselves. Our money is an Illusion, and “our” money is the God of All Things. Even tho’ money is a tightly trained parade of electric monkeys seeking only to get back to ground One. 

Dead Zones crowd the oceans, kill our soil, and guide our brains.

Chrystal meth is the new body and blood in our Communion with the Beast.

Fields of grass will kill you by the drinking of milk from cows that chew those poison lawns.

Kale is the new Geiger counter along with arugula & red lettuce. As strontium 90 flows from human breasts. And a class war takes up our attention; but it is not as advertised: right and left have merged in an attack —in Medieval Memorium— promulgated by the Undead Past upon the Unborn Future: another pyrrhic victory for the algorithms of the law and its blind, deaf, dumb, and mute God of Dick!

We believe in our Econ 101 as if it were a religion.  Religion has become a Business.  And Government is the Economy, stupid!

We believe money is the god of all things, yet our money is an illusion.

We are dancing on our tomb.  Even as our infinite constant growth on our finite home is Gaia’s cancer.

And I say, if we can Imagine Heaven,  why not imagine Heaven Here, where we can use it; Not one you have to die for…fighting those who are willing enough to die for their. Own version…

rather a Heaven we all simply enter after our birth.

Why not? It’s our invention. WE can place Heaven wherever we want it, need it, and/or deserve it.

Instead we are Mosh pit bulls dancing on our crypts…as if celebrating the dis-inheritance of the Meek.

WE cudda had it all: peace, love, happiness, good work, in trust, and a future secure for all as long as the Grass shall grow and the Sun shall shine.

But we could never get enough…so…we conserve ourselves w/i da System only to learn you can naver change da System by working w/i da System because da System is da Problem…

This is takeover/makeover of a poem they already published before but I don’t care if it is better or worse. it’s only a poem. It breathes as it breathes it changes and so does the world of humanity the planet and all the species we will have to save or replace…follow on a straight line into the most resistance…your only god is the One yer walkin’ on.

There is a class war going on, but not the way you think: it is the attack of the Undead Past upon the Unborn Future.

They deceive us with the undead algorithms gleaned from past decisions of an unjust system…so you cannot…work for change within da system by workin’ through da system when da…

Return, start over, reboot, reload, repeat, revise..., it's OK to change.

~~jimmy