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12/30 – fret

Fret and strut,

all actors, every one of us,

pantomime minstels at our marvels,

having wrought massive acts of engineering and miniscule marvels of interconnectivity,

gravity-well-consciousness as an obelisk to overcome,

because despite the tomes, instead impose

social norms, filling out worthless forms,

capturing every perfunctory post,

post-post-post-post-post-post-modern problems,

got 99 problems and nuclear war is 1.

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1/30 – April’s Fool

It didn’t take much,
just to open mouth again,
to let fly assumptions to certainty,
because wise men speak when they have something to say,
fools speak because they have to say something.

Bluster bubbled over, boisterous bravado that barters livelihoods on a lark,
throws caution to the wind and arms enemies and allies alike,
some with words, some with weapons,
waging warfare for a fortune,
because our greatest export has always been

WAR.

Leaves pieces of our soldiers on foreign lands,
limbs and lives and innocence lost buried abroad,

good for making fertilizer of our fellow brethren,
and theirs, all others (forgetting the inextricable fact, there are no “others”),

we will all be soil, someday, but some lead us astray,
bullets and blades for the sake of the wealthy,
who can take all these lives in stride because they believe “it doesn’t affect me,”

but it does, each of us has the same rust in our veins,
exploded stars and their dust, and we all breathe the same,
they have sold us their poisons, and we’ve inherited polluted earth,
because politicians and corporations can tell you precisely what all life’s worth.

Instead of wallowing in dearth,

we should overthrow oligarchs and each extend the wreath
and the laurel, stick to the moral,

that what is hateful to you should be saved from your quarrels,
treat everyone like you’d like to be treated,
the golden rule of every theological treatise,

before we completely deplete the seat of our small sovereignty,

this fair blue marble floating in the void.

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108 – NaPoWriMo #19

Dear Reader,

That’s not an error – I did write #18 already but have set it to private as it contains information that I am not at liberty to share. As recompense, this one’s not password protected.Thanks for your devoted readership, and I hope you enjoy this post.

-Mick

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Auditions Are…Rolling Genome…Middleground

So – I have been keeping up with the Challenge but have been super-busy and under-the-weather. Took a health day today and stayed in bed (and on my computer) working. That “time-off” was well spent in that I now have Days 28, 29, and 30 edited and formatted, just waiting for your perusal! Like in all the other posts, read the play by clicking the title. Hope you enjoy!

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OKSatan

This might come off as sad, but last night I had a dream that included the OKCupid app notification that a match was near me. Chalk it up to the infiltration of technology on the brain, I suppose. This morning, under the impression that I’d be in a position on my feet all day at work, I set out to write a super-short entry for the 31 Plays in 31 Days Challenge: Day 9, about digital dating in Hell.

The result? OKSatan, where douchey Eddie finds himself before Satan himself and is too jaded by the world he came from to even tremble properly.