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Don't ask
Breathe
Don't hesitate
Watch

Stop overthinking
Listen
Move
And it'll happen

The People
The same mother
And father
And home

The house is falling apart
Father is gone
Mother is sick
Where the hell is the people?

ironcobra13 says,
once upon a time, there was this user.
just a little presence
gone too soon.
they used to post,
then they just stopped.
we all felt the void,
mourning and lamenting
over that one missing soul,
burning through every box of tissues we had.
and so the days dragged on,
weeks, months, and years passed us by,
but that person never came back to us.
then today, I heard a rumor,
a few lines about getting things back on track.
apparently, a birthday is coming up soon,
I’ll take their word for it—seems unlikely they're lying,
so let's try to call that old user back home;
if we play our cards right, maybe they'll actually answer.

But now, both the girls and guys,
the veterans and the newbies of this forum,
are moving fast,
getting ready for the big parade.
We need to frost the cupcakes,
book a brass band for the ceremony,
and hire a killer DJ
to keep the dancing and the party going.🙂

Someone else take over, I'm tapped out.

Too many words
Of questions and empty applause
They don't make it through the walls
Lost in a forest of ambiguity
Just spinning in circles
The beginning chasing the end
A futile race, I suppose
You aren't even listening

One, two—and now there’s a third one coming
Drop by drop
My throat is tightening
I'm afraid
The dam is going to break
I'll be swallowed by the vortex
Sinking all the way to the bottom
If I don't stop them right now
Everything will spiral out of control
And I don't know if I'm ready
For the total collapse of the system

Watch your manners
Those folks up in the penthouses are watching us
Just stay in line
That’s the doctrine handed down from the ivory towers

Eat, sleep, lie down
Work, shut up, bark
The system says we’re all identical
But we sure as hell aren't

So—who’s actually whipping us if not ourselves?
Who’s stepping on us if not by our own permission?
It’s us
We’re the ones building the very rules that kill us

So isn't it about time
To start living on your own terms?
Isn't it simpler than this--
Stop screaming "let me live how I want" and just do it

Heading toward a breakdown. The system—it’s all interconnected. One small cog slips, and the entire machine begins to grind. It isn't just about one part failing; it's about how that failure ripples through the whole structure. Think of it like an engine—if the timing belt snaps, you don't just lose a belt; you lose the entire drive. Everything follows a specific logic—a set of rules designed to maintain order—but even the most robust frameworks have their breaking points.
The emergence of the issue.
When people start speaking Sumerian.
If things actually kick off with Iran—and we're talking full-scale conflict—it changes everything. It isn't just another headline; it’s a total shift in the global landscape.
It sounds like a dark fate—the kind of inevitable downward spiral you see in those old noir films where everything just goes south from the jump.
In that case—it’s probably best to just hunker down at home. 😁

You only live once.
It dies twice.
The goal is worth the effort.
The effect is beneficial.

Beauty is entirely subjective—it truly depends on the eye of the beholder.
Life in overdrive.
Little gremlins—once they get moving—are a whole different story.
Real problems—the kind that actually matter. 😁

It isn't even a system—not really.
It isn't even close.
It has already become systemic—
Make it unforgettable. 😉

Contour lines expose the fools
Brains dried up
Blank stares
And tangled tongues

Cowards circle the water
Their curses fly
Let them suffer
It’s just their way

Take a clean river
And a healthy forest
Drive out this trash
Because what's worth having—is already gone

blah blah blah, that's what I'm telling you,
and it's the honest truth,
blah blah blah, that's what everyone's shouting now
because common sense is dead
blah blah blah, the radio's just screaming
fried everyone's brains
blah blah blah, on the TV right now
some jerk is yelling at the screen
blah blah blah, nothing intelligent left
not even an ounce of integrity
blah blah blah, come on, everyone join in
it's our only hope
blah blah blah, catch that rhythm
give everything a fake glow👋

Nearly a century ago,
one manual detailed
the art of crowd control.

Silence is no longer an option;
mirrors are essential tools
alongside various tactical diversions.

Through sheer volume of noise,
and a complete lack of shame,
the line is drawn—
control through sheer volume.

The quiet era has ended;
it is clearly all being prepared. 😁

Words are cheap enough
A few hollow voices ringing out
A handful of fleeting ideas passing through
And a couple of forced smiles.

One small performance
And the old thought isn't a scab anymore—it’s healed.
A new spark has been struck
Bringing a fresh kind of magic.

Actions are what actually matter
Because the truth is whole and undivided.

It isn't just about the narrative told;
It’s about who the man really is behind the scenes.
Who he spends his time with
And who he chooses to snub...

When you step back and look at the full picture
It isn't hard to connect the dots.

Shuffling the deck just right,
Sipping fine Napa Valley wine,
Setting up the plays,
Rearranging the logic.

A mountain of things
Running through my mind,
Small words,
Passed off as jokes.

And then everything clicks—
The picture becomes vivid.
A vast forest
Turns into a straight highway.

Just a bit of luck is needed
To open the gates to heaven.

You mess around with something for a hundred years,
Treating it like fool's gold,
When the solution is staring you in the face.

Just a little luck,
And the gears start turning.

It was time to move,
We hit enough roadblocks along the way,
Desires can be easily attained,
And once they are, you just knock them down.

It’s that simple.
Not complicated at all—
Either sweet or messy.

One smooth move,
Making your mark.
With the stroke of a pen,
A new era begins.

Screw it.
Thumbs up,
And so on.
Nothing illegal about it.

How easily perspective shifts,
One way or another.

It started moving—
Royalties.

Massive thoughts and grand plans,
Yet one single moment brings them to life.

An interesting perspective,
Revealing so much,
In every possible case,
Through an easy step.

Rain's coming down.
Empty shelves.
Damn.

Just a little longer.

improvised haiku...

Potential for a buyout
The steady state phase
Workload is excessive
Dealing with quite a bit of friction...

The flu hit China first,
then took its little trip around the globe,
bringing a whole lot of panic along for the ride (2x)

hey hey, the whole world's shaking in its boots now,
wondering who the virus is gonna snatch tonight,
it's all we read about everywhere we look,
and now we're all just locking ourselves away,

The entire planet has gone absolutely nuts,
everyone’s lost their damn minds over this,
stockpiling toilet paper like there's no tomorrow,

Hey hey, save some paper while you can,
because you're definitely going to need it eventually,
make sure you scrub those hands well,
and give your backside a good scrub too,

(sung to the tune of "Hey Hey, We're Happy People")

hiddenmarlin14 said:The flu started over in China,
now it’s touring the whole wide world,
bringing panic along for the ride (twice over)

Hey hey, the whole world's on edge now,
wondering who the virus will snatch tonight,
I'm reading about it everywhere I look,
locking ourselves down in quarantine,

The entire planet has lost its mind,
everyone’s brain just went up in smoke,
panic-buying toilet paper like crazy

Hey hey, save some TP while you can,
you're definitely gonna need it someday,
wash your hands really well right now,
and scrub your backside too!

(Sung to the tune of "Hey Hey, We're Happy People")

Had to tweak the lyrics a bit so they actually fit the rhythm.

Stuck indoors
Hoarding food,
Supplies piled high,
Panic sets in,
Is this the end?
Shouldn't there be a rocket?

A nuclear flu,
A polar winter,
People losing their smiles
And a few sins along the way.

The season has passed us by,
Church bells ringing out,
Half the city
In a state of despair.

The ground shook
Everything cracked open
Disaster doesn't just happen—it’s self-inflicted,
Just more chaos.

The quarantine ends
But these dark schemes
Are causing nothing but trouble,
With the virus breaking through again.
What we really need now
Is just a crust of bread.😬

The superhero is finally on the clock
counting down the empty days at home.

I cleared out the basement and the garage,
then organized the pantry shelves.

The house is spotless now,
and my to-do list is officially empty.

Now I’m left with nothing to do;
boredom set in, so I decided to write a little rhyme.

I know I can’t compete with you guys,
and honestly, I felt a bit awkward sharing this.

But my wife says it’s actually pretty good—a total hit.
She told me to send it, though she also suggested I build a clone.