This is my child Chungledor wearing his favorite monster truck shirt.
Tags: aliens, pop-culture, ch, extraterrestrial, xenomorph
Though still within our infancy, we strive and thrive, but woefully we flash and flaunt our 'primacy', display our trophies pridefully. Our terra firma ecstasy destroys the planet's harmony, lays waste to life within the sea, and all in name of vanity. Who dares our spheroid's symmetry by doubting Nature's regnancy defying laws, like gravity, affirms a fatal fallacy… for, centered on the 'world of we', we feed our vain insanity on thoughts beyond eternity - seems strange when looked at cosmically. Perchance there is no remedy for those in shadow's prophecy - unless we handle skillfully, as clay we'll pay the penalty. 2 The Moguls rule with cruel decree, control the crowds like puppetry, pursuing greed addictively with no accountability. The winds, they reek of Royalty (that's bathed in suds of treachery) and blow across the peasantry left gasping in their pungency. The Queen, so steeped in snobbery, sits, preening proud Her pedigree, on throne of ash and ebony while sipping Sekt immodestly; to sate Her Regal Majesty, a caviar clad canapé is served with golden cutlery by maidens bent submissively. The King is bailed from bankruptcy by Knaves who hoodwink artfully the down-and-outer evictee who wallows in their lenity. Forsooth, the Money Monarchy ordains the dollar dynasty portending highway robbery by Peacocks plumed in finery, for Jesters and the Fools agree to dabble in duplicity while stripping masses witlessly. Long live the peon's penury! 3 To justify the oddity that one plus one is sometimes three, one reaches to theodicy, takes paths of circularity. In bygone trials of travesty the doubters, draped in blasphemy, endured the pain and agony inflicted by the papacy. Inspired by the Trinity fanatics bent cosmology in geocentric fantasy while Bruno burned for heresy; and aged women, fruitlessly (while racked and wrenched) , begged clemency from justice framed in infamy, but set ablaze for witchery. That epoch of credulity (when savants fostered sorcery and practiced ancient alchemy) arose in dark age quackery as clerics dripping piety (while raging, raving rabidly) pervaded thralled society with callous inhumanity; 'repent', they bellowed, 'verily, forsake the world's iniquity, live lives of want and chastity, and give your gelt to God through me' 4 The Masters make a mockery of freedom and democracy by holding down the uppity, released from shackled slavery, now fettered in a factory else strewn across the Bowery, still chained in bonds of bigotry, immersed in seas of poverty. And colliers, tapping balefully in sunken-mine solemnity, yet thrum a mournful monody some call the digger's elegy. To children, pale and raggedy (behind a day of drudgery) , the boss man, oh so gallantly, presents a penny, niggardly; though some are fed (belatedly) , their eyes recede in apathy while bellies swell, inflatedly, with mothers watching, wretchedly. When met with health adversity or broken bone infirmity, the pauper dangles helplessly with no insurance policy; and those engulfed in lunacy are ailing blobs left floating free through psycho-dream obscurity - a dire death row odyssey. Forgetting mankind's unity, our rich and poor dichotomy breeds empty doomed finality, eventual nihility. 5 Just as in days of chivalry, wild warriors fighting forcefully bring freedom neath the gallows tree while blending blood and burgundy to toast the slaughtered enemy, or else convince the colony to cede with smile on bended knee and yield her diamonds, silk and tea. At first they call the cavalry and then again the infantry, so proudly primped in panoply, and armed from finest armory (embraced in hands so tenderly) , inflict benign atrocity - but soon atomic weaponry will cancel our posterity. 6 Misusing high technology (to feed the face of gluttony) depletes our Rock of energy, now slowly dying thermally. Our gadgets breathing CFC fuel ozone holes' immensity while cloud bursts, raining acidly, wilt woods in their entirety, and rivers, tainted chemically, polluted biologically, refill our cups methodically and drown our souls organically. Adjusting genes mechanically may well blot out the bumble bee annulling fruits' fecundity, but brings big bucks reliably. We wager perpetuity to revel momentarily in shadow-like obscurity ignoring the futility, but if we bet unknowingly on fickle fate's contingency and thereby act haphazardly we're doomed to lose the lottery. 7 The mildly mad bureaucracy so often lacks coherency when raping rules abundantly but offers no apology. They paint the past in reverie when, slyly comes the tendency to take away our privacy which paves the way to tyranny. With earlobes lurking furtively that listen surreptitiously, and eyeballs peering doggedly, we've lost our mental sovereignty, and those who dare to disagree must hide away in secrecy else perch in penitentiary with water board anxiety. 8 Yes, sans responsibility, our marble in this galaxy will crumble in catastrophe ere ever reaching puberty…
Tags: japanese-symbol, dj, japanese-municipality