The stamp of corporate influence
over all of reality
has become so
vastly encompassing
that now,
I can't even
take pleasure
in nature
without it finding me.
I can't even look
at a waning moon
without seeing that
stupid little man with his
stupid little fishing pole and hearing
that stupid little violin playing
that stupid little theme.
*******, Spielberg,
I want my ******* moon back.

I just firmly placed my hands
On the side of the loveseat armrest
And then walked my feet
Up the adjacent wall
Until my body was at
A 45 degree angle
To the floor.
I'm not sure,
Why
I did that.
But it was a good decision
I've never seen this room
From that point of view before.

This terse verse was not
coerced or rehearsed,
the characters dispersed,
automatically, erratically,
forming statically cohering
patterns emphatically stating
my state of mind unwinding,
binding to the page,
for my pen is but a player and
this paper is its stage.
So now these thoughts have autonomy
despite their bond with me,
they're free to be a part apart from the
constraints of my mind, and now without
restraint they find their way to yours
as you perceive them.
I emit, the pen transmits,
now you receive them.
Adopt the words with
your optic nerves.
But be warned that these forms
Do not appease norms.

Roses are red
Violets are Blue
The government's
******* us
Let's have a coup

Never trust the establishment
They do not exist for our benefit
For they believe  that we exist
For their convenience
Their only purpose is self-perpetuation
And they think that our only function
Is to accommodate that purpose
Whereas our true cause should be
To get rid of the *******

                                        By Phil Roberts

These swine you elected
Will starve your sick parents
And ******* your children with debt,
They'll torture and ******
Pillage and plunder,
Cheat and steal,
Lie and conspire, and
All in the name
Of a tenuous 'freedom'
But you don't care,
Because your flag
Is bigger than
Your conscience,
And your **** is longer
Than your attention span.
You drank the Kool-Aid and  
Bought the snake oil, and
Now, you can't be wrong,
Reason eludes any attempt
To persuade you.
You make me sick,
You complacent *******.
I've got no more patience
To waste on you.
******* and everyone
Who looks like you.

Step 1: Legalize all drugs and treat their possession as a public health issue, as is practiced in Portugal

Step 2: Get all nonviolent drug offenders out of prison and (A) into treatment when dealing with harder drugs like ****/coke/****** (B) get the *** growers some jobs doing what they're good at, and watch as the extra tax revenues progressively revitalize both local and national economies. (1)

Step 3: Fill the new vacancies in the nation's prison system with the entire US government and the top 1% of income earners as  punishment for their hubristic crimes against nature and humanity.

Step 4: Forgive all debts and redistribute all of the assets of the aforementioned parties among the entire population, but especially the impoverished classes, to create socioeconomic balance.

Step 5: Decentralize the economy and rebuild it along the lines of federated, autonomous municipalities, based on common ownership of economic resources, free education and healthcare, and participatory democracy. Once this is done, we can let the former government and 1% out of prison. (2)

**Brought To You By: Homunculus For President (but not for very long, because being an authority figure would sort of contradict the entire essence of the society I just described) 2016