Delusional Iterative
with the beat of drum, dragon's hoards reap sum, the fortresses erect, with workers suspect ....
An over-indulgent ejection of finger-wagging & false self-importance. This one's for all you cynicism-fuelled cortisol junkies, my fenced garden of Substack / Twitter-like slacktivist-style hunched over fart sniffing. I personally recommend against reading from this feed, though you may get lucky with the odd prose that is accidentally pleasant.
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Available categories: Poetry, Haiku, Lyrics, SRSP (self-righteous shitpost)
with the beat of drum, dragon's hoards reap sum, the fortresses erect, with workers suspect ....
Tenor Terry and the Bellow Fellows, Told tales in tune and melody mellows, Heralding how heroes heap through harrows, Know not, nor peer past perilous narrows ...
Turn your nose to the crack-pipes and tubes, Turn your nose to the man stinking of booze, Turn your nose to the city of tent, Turn your nose to action, lean on intent ...
Who was it sundering Sumerians, assaulting Assyrians, battling Babylon? ...
The tyranny of a blank page, As authoritarian as silent sage ...
I am the rugged individual, Sleepless nights for pennies pitiful ...
I have died a thousand times, Rhymed a thousand rhymes ...
Funny how [homeless/mentally ill/young/minority people] only matter when ...
I asked my mind to play a trick, It said that I was rather sick ...
One day we met Anubis, Beneath the flames of hubris ...
I once stepped through a portal. To learn how to be mortal ...
Am I in a panic? Or just overwhelmed? ...
There are two kinds of atheists ...
There once was a stone, a pixie, Whose opalescence made her sickly ...
Special re-published music edition with guest performer Bean aka Adam Blechschmidt!
Hey you, I see why ...
Puffing, wheezing, People pleasing, Hype juice squeezing. Oh, to be young again ...
Life is pretty amazing if you can manage to ...
I was born with the promise of tomorrow, Only to learn that tomorrow, Is deeply entrenched in the past ...
Down in the city - It's a real pity - The struggle is real - I know how you feel - Let's make times less hard - But not in my back yard
I weep for the child raised by wolves ...
Try a tasty starter, We'll consider barter ...
The Creature has many eyes. At birth, it could see light, and sound, and discomfort, and love, ...
Great people cannot stop the coming tide, they can only become an island for stranded swimmers.