contemporary philosophy

....and while most of us are quite astute 

the darker side is in pursuit of evil doers in their dark domains

because the homo sapien takes the shape of the glass he made 

instead of the helm of the kiln  

Numbskull-ism being pertinent to the primary impulse of survival  

The adaptation of beliefs practiced on reptilians dressed as employers 

sealing contracts with Judas kisses 

And only children in their golden suits understand the nature of being  

Adults have become actors hiding under the red herring of weather  

hoping against hope that the storm will pass 

and a sunny day will dehydrate the trivial pursuits 

and the re-enactments of some other actor's acts

 

It's not surprising that the bulk of entertainment and advertising is so patronising  

when at all cost to reason 

parameters of our cultivation loosen for kids to command adults  

But after the indoctrination of education there's nobody to tell you who to be so they too turn into bearers of shallow connections  

of screen based solitary socialising and impersonal loves 

Of meaningless interactions overshadowed by clouds of bubble gum popularism  

The winning of football-ism validates an inane masculinity  

as there is no template for the transition out of adolescence 

and women who aspire to be objects of desire compete without discussion 

much less a meeting 

for the top prize of gagged eyes on catwalk high St 

where fertility goes through the anti-climax stages of its assisted flogging 

Because Monica Lewinski topped the Tv news 

The soap opera of cross pollinating parasites catalogued by histories 

Leaders are ozone probing and DNA shuffling 

as though we could posses a globe where we are only custodians 

Religion threatens people all day long 

and conquering of masses is an unquantifiable series of isms sucking 

passions like autumn dew drinks crimson from fallen leaves 

but life is just a middle in between a birth and an end 

a sandwich filling 

religion is a business

an industrial enterprise 

wether the good book is fact or fatuous  

How bright do you have to be to appreciate that 

Being alive will kill you 

but the show must go on 

Inside the docile glide of existence 

Under a virginal indigo sliced with silver iodine streaks wrapped in a paper ozone  

and since honour has a price tag 

every other door houses some smug cunt 

who acts like his pursuit of money makes him better than you 

since we vote for the one most synthetically telegenic political sales men 

crucifying the essence of organisms