A Fable Of Vanishing Breeds

The snowmobiles are disappearin right along with the fluffy white stuff they was ridin on

Them ATVs ain’t near so snarly when daddy ain’t got no job to pay to have them play

Giant SUVs are fading away, unable to compete, just like the them brontosauri

Less drunken numbnuts on financed jetskis are showing up down to the ER ever summer

Spoiled tweenies scattering daddy’s money at the malls are hardly even seen these days

Only a few hardy climate change skeptics still fight on, armed only with their thermostats

Just the rarest free market healthcare blathering is still heard outside of libertarian radio

Fat, damn, pushy, multi-minority women managers are fading away, right along with our prosperity

Shiny, porky, spin doctors on pain meds may finally lose their grip upon our consciousness

But them failed and wornout liberal socialist policies of the past are forgotten just as well

Cosmetically-enhanced parasitic real estate agents in shiny new cars are disappearing

Greasy lying car salesmen are drying up standing around outside closed down dealerships

Itchy apartment cowboys have gunned way-loud, ugly pickups off into a last bleary sunset

Dumbass Harleys are finally going blissfully silent with their loans so far underwater

Even effete luxury yacht owners are scuttling their crafts due to these awful economics

Changing times are sadly grounding more and more useless, un-muffled, toy private planes

Some are even questioning the wisdom of paying $2-300 a month just for a phone

Petcare specialists are suffering along with life coaches, beauticians and pedicurists

We witness proudly-ignorant construction workers being excreted from the middle class

No longer do we hear of expensive solutions to the unsubstantiated issue of CO2 emissions

Cockamamie government funding of the arts and the children of the poor are disappearing

Half-baked notions of some green world have been dampened by the real needs of our economy

Sucking-up middle managers are morphing into overly-chatty but useless home store clerks

Bold credit card debtors try futilely to become balance-free deadbeats with no lender appeal

Our Best and Brightest who actually weren’t, look to start over at trading carbon offsets

Chinese peasant factory workers no longer enjoy 14 hour workdays and sadly return home

The mega-churches are scaling back on expansion plans and reviewing their portfolios

Ill-conceived and grandiose climate change mitigation plans have quietly been shelved

Socialist sustainability fantasies have rightly given way to cutting red tape to save family jobs

Newspapers are being recycled into alternate-fact blogs and corporate entertainment

Poor illegal aliens will shortly attain a majority and have bloodlessly taken all of our places

We have deemed institutions that have already failed us as too big for us to permit to fail

Secretaries are no longer buying rental units or doing quick fix-ups for fast-profit flipping

Far right wingers are finding abortion much more palatable for our Non-Aryan intruders

Squishy, vegan tree-huggers are finally seeing over-hyped organic foods as way overpriced

Looks like even gods chosen people have earned a place on the short list of vanishing breeds

Saint Mother

Oh, Saint Mother won’t you hear my mumbled greeting, yeah, I forgot to make my bed

And wont you just wash these dirty clothes for me, maybe just this one time again

Sweet suffering woman, hear my loud laughter, stumbling and cursing

I’ve come home to wake you thoughtlessly, once more, at 3AM

Well, that neighbor’s dog went and took a crap right on her lawn once more

And the garbage men left some messy stuff on the ground as well

She still cant get on her computer but she found her cellphone when I called it

Says she needs a brand new car and her couch is just plain worn out

Dearest Maaa, we’re still out of sugar frosted flakes

And when you’re going shopping, hey, we need more chips and salsa

Hail Mommie, full of grace, please, I am so hungry just like all those times before

It’s OK if you don’t have time to cook for us, we can leave you the kitchen mess

Mom, I’m really busy right now but I’ll try to call you sometime this coming weekend

Yes, we sure are looking forward to seeing you again, just like we did last year

Oh quietly suffering Mother, blurting out your bitter loneliness, once more upon the phone

Finding meaning when that nice, clean young doctor takes the time to talk to you again

You know that I am special and a truly gifted child, but shortchanged by our awful schools

And though I’m not quite so cute at 28, I still play on your instinct toward the precious children

My little friends and I, scuttling thru your free kitchen, in the dark of night

Our shiny wrappers and empty bottles accidentally dropped in the driveway

Well, old WhatsHerName died, you know that friend of her great Aunt Fannie’s

She says the only real socializing she has at this time of life is at all the funerals

A real nice man called her on the phone and they chatted for a while

They sprayed some kind of mud on the roof and took her for close to 1500 bucks

Still nursing some wack dream about us all being together as a family once again

Cant remember that it never worked out at all so long ago when we were kids

Saint Mommie don’t you call me to take out the trash, cause I just cant come right now

My ADD is kicking in so I need to stay right here and keep pounding on this game console

Repeating pointless stories of long dead people we never knew well enough to even forget

Brokenly reciting that long list of expensive Meds over and over once again

In a pathos of pluckiness she still dyes her own hair odd colors and really trowels on the makeup

Sitting there with that nice man on the right-wing TV who angrily explains everything so well

Mom can I use your car cause mine broke down out in the sticks at 2 AM last night, but it’s all good

I’ll never know how much that late and thoughtlessly scribbled birthday card really meant to her

Dear Saint Mother I don’t need you anymore cause now I got a wife of my own

But we’ll be dropping off the kids again this weekend cause we know you love them so…

Creaking and Throbbing Arthritic Memories

They creak as they grind, cushionless, hard against each other as I again force them to articulate

Well, of course they ache, especially long into those dark and damp nights, as I lay nervous & awake

Stiff and inflexible, they make it hard to assimilate all the new data that constantly assails me

Their pain suffuses my entire consciousness and thus, they color all of my other thoughts

Arthritic memories, petrifying remains of actions I am now glad I can no longer perform

Their hardening deformations give them an unnaturally twisted and lumpy appearance

Their current importance and significance is merely due to the unremitting pain they bring

I suffer them in silence knowing they are my only evidence for a reality that I knew, so long ago

Their throbbing disrupts my sleep, making it even harder to distinguish dreams from memory

They leave me unable to stretch out far enough or quickly enough to be of any real use anymore

Nonetheless, their aching provides a throbbing indicator that my consciousness still continues

Their sharp points of pain are overlaid on that whirling, disappearing blur I know of as my past

Arthritic memories, hard and knotty reminders of accidents that, though I did survive, I still regret

With any jarring actions, they swell and grow so painful as to impede even normal movement

The balm of forgetfulness, so maddeningly effective in normal life, cannot blot out their images

Their swelling calcifies into the grotesque shapes of these frighteningly pointless nightmares of mine

It's All Good Bro

The former Precious Phildren

Arrived late and unaware of what I should have already done

Smashed up somebody’s car without any money or insurance

Lost the paperwork for that other real important application

It’s all good

Shrunk the girlfriend’s favorite sweater small enough to fit a doll

Drove the car with squeaking brakes until they could not be fixed

Dropped beer cans, butts and wrappers all over and then we drove away

It’s all good

Moved to another rental, left a mess and didn’t pay the utilities

Stayed up ‘til 4 with music blaring, through the neighbor’s windows

Plastered my beater with plastic decals, broke down, then walked away

It’s all good

Lived on fast food and froot-loops and forgot to take out the trash

Financed my life on credit cards and invested in gaming equipment

Partied at college for a few years and almost got a worthless degree

It’s all good

Proved myself incompetent at work though regularly late and often sick

Did not finish some lame project that others were depending on

Tried to do a trick on some extreme toy and shattered my wrist

It’s all good

Got fat before I got old while laughing at my parents from the couch

Paid hundreds for my shoes and left them carelessly, somewhere behind

Got all my term papers from some website and dude, I never even read them

It’s all good

Went off to California to become a trick pro snowboarder

Crept back to mommie’s house next spring with a bent and broken shoulder

Bought a crotch rocket on credit and the very first day I lost it on a curve

It’s all good

Had no money for the dentist until my tooth really started hurting

Had two bad temporary jobs and learned to talk an imitation blues

Got an iPod, a cell phone and a gaming laptop but I really hate to read

It’s all good

I’m off the Ritalin and Prozac that my parents forced on me for years

Now I calm my self with shooters and self-medicate with BC bud

I can really skateboard if your company has an opening

It’s all good

The doors don’t work on my car but my speakers cost 500 each

Not into history and all that shit that happened back like in the ‘60s

Looking for more out of life than what my parents expect from me

It’s all good

Despite reality, we retain our positive self images and play well together

Got a couple STDs and maybe a little brain damage from X and the huffing

Looking for my own path in life and volunteering at a Meth lab

It’s all good

Don’t have a need to do the math and I don’t carry any books

Stimulated my brain with Grand Theft and that badass Puff Daddy

I’m really quite alert even though my eyes remain cast down and closed

It’s all good

Left my messes in the kitchen until my roommates all raged

Put the garbage in the yard and then the dogs spread it all around

Cigarettes can’t really hurt me and it’s ok to stay out in the sun

It’s all good

Lost my driver’s license last year at some big rave party

Left home but hooked up with Jerry’s kids to follow Phish all around

Into instant messaging and Twitter keeps me in touch with reality

It’s all good

Went to private school and had my own tutor so everybody sees I’m special

Dyed my hair and pierced my navel and put tattoos on my tongue

Sleeping late and then eating heavily is the way to start the day

It’s all good

Shared music files and network gaming are raising my consciousness

Ordering takeout Thai from my support job saves me time to tweet

Drove the other car my dad gave me until it wouldn’t go no more

It’s all good

Don’t know how the old people got so fat and bald and slow

Spend my time on couches killing electronic thugs and monsters

My friend said her dad’s computer had a virus right after we just used it

It’s all good

I’ve got good taste in food and make $11 an hour on the phone with losers

Sold my guitar amp on eBay but never got the money

It’s like, hey, whatever, just because I can’t find Somfukinstan on a map

It’s all good

Gone Off in Empty Silence With So Much Unsaid

You had always lived like the time to sagely compose your real message was still to come

But actually you’ve gone off quite silently now, and it seems likely, into eternal emptiness

You felt you waited patiently, still ready to make your statement or to take some real action

Now, it’s hard for others to really know if you were the silent type, or just another empty shell

Gone off in silence but not without leaving a wide trail of random noise and messy litter

As far as we can tell, the space you leave behind still unsullied by any conscious reflection

Your blurry recollections, sloppily stored, simply evaporate, unsorted and un-distilled

That is, finished but not summarized, finalized but not completed, gone but not packed up

Went away unprepared, unwilling and unable to form even a short and sensible goodbye

Borne off, you thought, before your time, with yet so much you had never even started

Carried off of the couch to the hospital, then to the cemetery without even a decent interval

You raised your hand far too late, buried without even having thought out a real question

Gone beyond our limited communications even should you find your true voice at last

We will label it a so-called mute testimony and say it was really all you planned on leaving

Caught off-guard and carried away in silence, or did you actually have nothing at all to say?

Hey! Nobody could ever read the beautiful thoughts that may have existed, but only in your head

You have departed, having tacitly accepted things as they were going, and are going further still

Now you have left it to us impute your beliefs merely from your mundane habits

We can’t know your brilliance and grand emotions from your so very ordinary life

Though your soul may have been filled to bursting, it has all evaporated, without any residue

Your wondrous family surrounds you now, but you call each one by a different name

With the drugs, you cannot realize that they know you’ve already gone off in silence

The past is closing in around you because you can no longer process the present

Though your greatest works still await you, there is only a future that you will not experience

Yet, there still are those many things you would have, could have, and, likely, should have done

In your mind, you kept reserved the future for those special tasks that you were born to do

But the short time you paused was confused by a drugged pain, in impersonal surroundings

The last thing you read was another bill and the last thing you wrote was a check

You did not plan on your self-numbing repetitions halting without some decent interlude

There was only time to cap off your life with a short period of deliriously painful suffering

Torn away so quickly and completely with barely time for the briefest of regrets

Gone off in a silence that we can only try to differentiate from a simple & mindless emptiness