idiotology

T’was cold

T’was cold

The grass had a crispy ice mantle

white and frozen it was

I was packed into downs and boots

The sun labored from the horizon up

Another day hung heavy in the air

Birds huddled in the sun

The temperature suffered from terrible inertia

By late noon

T’was cold

– again

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Theme: Winter in Howick, SA

Sentenced

I lost a place to stand on.

Imbalanced like a halm.

Tortured maiming beliefs threaten.

Diplomacy became truth.

Senseless conspiracies,

honesty like putty,

rule by force,

power-rush toxicity,

deities of greed and gain,

observed by AI,

judged by the blind,

sentenced by all,

executed by myself,

falling

towards nothing

clueless and lost

Hoarding

Me, me, me!

A contemporary slogan.

The subconscious, ‘very consciously’ ordering to hoard:

as much as we can,

as often too,

even forecasting the requirement of such self-benefiting actions

and somehow making everything right to achieve such,

ruthlessly adamant in its resolve.

Just look around.

Yeah, me too, also hoarding.

Why?

Is it for security and survival? Is it out of fear? Is out of hedonism?

Manic hoarding? Creative hoarding? Instinctual hoarding? … ???

Hoarding is a ‘feasting’ while the possibility exists, regardless (most are unaware of any impact during the quixotic rush) as long as the feast can continue.

It probably is a constitutional right too, wrapped into another layer of words for some clever jurist to unravel.