This action might not be possible to undo. Are you sure you want to continue?
by Phantomimic All rights reserved © RAGG
There is a rhyme and reason to the chaos in our lives. The Gods have planned it all out, LIFE'S A BITCH AND THEN YOU DIE! Behold our schizoid planet clashing with all creation. Half of the world is starving, the other half sick with indigestion. The exploited are proud of their oppression, the whores adore their pimps, people vote for dictators, the poor imitate the rich. Go down the road less traveled, and end up lost and vexed. One set of tracks in the sand, all the time, yours and no one else's! Bemoan your toils and troubles, complain, and throw a fit. In this dark cold universe the Gods don't give a light!
The Gods give stunning beauties hearts as dark as coal, and enfold with monstrous ugliness the purest of all souls. The Gods let you find true love just before it dies, and let you renew your hope just before it flies. The Gods grant wealth and power to those who couldn't care less, and they give almost naught to those who are concerned. The Gods bestow passionate righteousness on those who are dead wrong, and endow with timid cowardice those who are spot-on. The Gods provide delicious bread to those who have no teeth, and they give shiny shoes to those who have no feet.
The Gods give you what you need, and deny you what you want. And so it goes, on, and on, and on... Of course you can still pray. But... ...when you pray for what you need, it becomes what you want. And... ...when you pray for what you want, it's no longer what you need. So you see...
(Doesn't anyone get the joke?)
The Gods have a sense of humor!
Yes, tickle your funny bone, do hear me dear sir or madam. "Hilarious" things will happen on our way to Armageddon! Pollution, great depressions, and overpopulation, global warming, terrorism, no corporate regulation. Oil spills, missing nukes, deficits, and failed nations, ethnic tensions, health collapse, and illegal immigration. Nationalism, theocracies, tyrants, and revolutions, torture, mass graves, and diseases, indiscriminate executions. Rogue states with nuclear bombs, one Jihad after another. Deaf islands of humanity, screaming at each other. BUT WHO CARES!
Insult your elected leaders, fart in their general direction! Toss eggs at your local officials, and moon the United Nations! Bask in the glow of mushroom clouds, and dance on radioactive ruins! Smell burnt works of art, and tiptoe though withered tulips! Compose a poem! Take off your clothes! Laugh at your own damnation! In Hades, I am told, there is no discrimination. So through pestilence and war, famine, death, and plunder, give the Gods "the finger" before you are dragged under! And don't you mind at all when the reaper gives you "the pinch". Because, after enduring this world, well...
...HELL WILL BE A CINCH!
The figure, a lithography of "The Scream" by Edvard Munch, is in the public domain, and was cropped by Phantomimic.
Phantomimic- Oh man, I don't feel very happy today. The Gods- And that is our problem because...? Phantomimic- (Sighs) Well if anyone wants to read my other poems... The Gods- We don't. Phantomimic-Thank you, if ANYONE ELSE wants to read my other poems and poetry-related material you can check them out here: Poetry