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Breath, Blood, and Coffee

Breath, Blood, and Coffee

I heard…

There was a thing called—
The Itchy & Scratchy Show
Supposedly on something called ‘The Simpsons’?
Was that a relevant show?

I think I heard of it.
Maybe I should check the ‘Way Back Machine’.
But was WBM canceled?
Lack of USAID gov funds or
Some such BS.
Heard though,
The Simpsons was a real-life television show.
I don’t know…
Who would put up with that
Home Invasion.

The real Itchy & Scratchy show
To me is—
Me
Alpha-Gal Syndrome
And
0ther severe allergic reactions.
Harrible.

Is legacy media
The epitome of
Itchy & Scratchy
Clawing for relevance
In a world of irrelevance
And disrespect

A home invasion
Through media

Manufactured—
Itchy & Scratchy
Brought to millions of
Illiterates
Impoverished
Unwashed
Uneducated
Listening to
Prophets
Promising…

Vote me a biscuit
Vote me a blanket
Vote me
For a pillow
Vote me
You’re a dimwit
Vote me a life
Of misery
Under controlled
Simplicity
Of choice.
I will
Infantilize you.
Dem NYC mayoral candidate Mamdani
Promises
I will help you
Infanticide.
His smile
Itchy & irritating.

Hollow promises.
A Trojan Horse
Full of deception.
Lies
With a beautiful smile
Of gratuitous gratitude.

Vote
For me
I will simplify your choices
Until you forget
You had any.

Sensationalism
A shiny package of image
Over reason
And reality.

My Itchy and Scratchy show…
Just a personal issue.
I’ll keep it there.

Cancel culture.
It’s canceled relevancy.

Instead,
Cancel Reid-racism
Cancel Colbert-just plain blind
Cancel fake commentariats.
Cancel fake comedians.
Cancel fake socialists.

Where?
Is their truth.
What
Do they own?

Where?
Is their boss’s truth.
Is that
blindness
The way they live?

Ethics?
Not in sight.
Flashy lights
Perfect makeup
Applause signs on cue
Paid supporters.
Paid protestors.

Sue the living daylights out of them.
For the deceptions they use to
Grift and control
the masses.
Or just
You
And
Me.

Just like a doctor.
Fauci.
Dressed in a lab coat
Teaching ignorance
To the ignorant.

Truth—
Or just
Honesty?

If you don’t know,
Just say so.

I’m ignorant.
Your obfuscation
Keeps me there.

I will
Find my
Own way.
Without you.

My critical thought
Supersedes
Your manipulation.

Entertainment of
Intrusion,
Control,
Wishful thinking of
Deception.

Prescribe me
Something—
Promised
In clouds
Written in smoke and mirrors
Grounded in dirt
Under your foot
Of profit.

Itchy & Scratchy?
Starts with…
Deception
And
Lies.

Just like a tick.
An invasion.

Your scalpel?
Hahahaa!
Useless.
You just like
Your ratings
The false Godhood of fame.
And bright lights and makeup.

Truth?
Where?
Do we find that.
Mr. Systemic.
RFK Jr.
Give us
The truth.

Truth?
Honesty?
Own one.

If the world as
Presented
Is a lie?
What do we
Believe?

Itchy & Scratchy…
Just an irritation.

When I wind down?
The real world—
Is real.

It starts
With you.
My Lady.
My Muse.
My calm.
My peace.
My knowing
Devotion.

It starts in the heart.
Where both
Truth and honesty
Reside.
Side by side.

Itchy and scratchy was just me.
When I started writing this, I didn’t know there was such a thing in pop culture.

That fractured mirror?
Just me.
In reflection.
Waiting for you.
The beauty of…
Truth and honesty.
Simply,
Love.

My life
Is not a
Cartoon

It is…
Breath, blood and pain.
A sprained foot.

And coffee
In the morning.
Thinking of…
You.

I Will be—
dismissed through millennia.

Read “The Rockin’ Chair Gospel”—
(For who’s left…)
Signed,
Someone called Truth.

Itchy & Scratchy
Left behind.
In the rear-view mirror.

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