MCtrusk's funeral services(magnates gambit)

 The predictable unpredictability of a me me coin

Confirmation bias is such an adventure

 as long as you can confirm as such in reality

2025 envies bombastic bravado
2030 envies China
reckless moves against a world so questioning
once mighty prosperous now frayed and unstable

The boisterous west cunningly avoiding new wars
strong arming the novices of the world
Aggressive tariffs stuffed with ultimatums and gloating
How the bride of this wedding get stood up

Still rallying with his famous superlatives
accordion hands and musk rat mascot on a sinking ship
don't dump your US bonds they screamed
Don't overcheapen it all emptying our factories

The glory of American manufacturing
remodeling it's grand rise with pure ambiguity
for regulations were nothing more than a guide
The wheel has expensive taste

Saudi Arabia seduced by Petro Juan
Putin bewildered and enticed
billions of predictable gadgets leave asia
and make it to the have nots of the world

Those sparkling gems and commodities so well hidden in the earth
Are not for sale anymore, that shiny gun is not getting polished

Inflation is elated and reaches for the sky
Federal reserve holds on like kid's first day at school
Cost of living was the best ride at disney land
small drops and long daunting rises

And far out there in sweet taiwan
there was no blockade or magic wand
Just another ultra cheap nail driven into the overpriced coffin
For what made the american dream was affordability

How to build a synchronous motor in the afterlife

 Assasination and the lost paratrooper
camped out near the luxury pools
new clothes and directive
seems hes going to become a spy
 Looking for some way to con a local
 half naked and leaned back enjoying the warm water

crime assasination
lost paratrooper
camped inside a luxury condo
New life new plan
espionage

seeking the gullible
the police track him down
Unworried relaxing outdoors
he leaps for escape
predictable action filmed getaway

Who had he killed
was it someone important
would he go down for this
fear and hubris moved him ahead of the cops

The circular design of the luxury spa center confused the paratrooper
The plainclothes police exhiliratingly reliving their youth in the pointless chase
and round and round they ran endlessly it seemed
for exits were blocked and nothing really existed outside anymore

A subtle claustrophobia unfolds in him
desperation criminal spider
perturbed moderate sprint
unlocked doors leading nowhere

The humility of simple surrender
non existent
Those middle aged police officers in plain clothes
cherishing the first action they've had in years

Muscles that seemed completely new in their legs
fantasies playing out in their head pre-capture
The self righteous tick and boom in their wavering hearts
The euphoria of a chase they'd pay life savings to partake in

flooded apartments
abandonement in every room
severed ties inside his mind
The Paratrooper surrenders finally
not in words

But in an attempted leap over a wall too high
life so full of them applauding sarcastically
as in a split second you are sent those few metres
toward a painful meeting wth the ground

proud detainers enjoy the moments of pleasure
silently wishing they could play it all over again
Like an old predictable videogame with an addictive storyline
and back they went for more pretending to be distracted

Decades hours and months randomly exchanged glances
Time regurgitated
granting a a little fragment of eternity
Lighting up the structure

The luxury center wouldn't open for another two centuries
so they spun around inside tweeking blowflies
after the meaning of life in a chase
The paratrooper letting himself get caught

tripping or injuring himself
On top of the line luxury equipment 
Yet to be released
Plain clothes cops grin and let him go again

Pride elixir pride my savior
He wouldn't admit surrender
so back into the redundant dash he went
Not for one moment questioning their sybarite reasoning

Talpidae

 Humble mothers surrounded an old bathtub being used as a planter for root vegetables. Four norns who'd chosen the grassy mountains. One who told history, one who had the news and one who would predict, the fourth was grey haired, timeless seeming, who'd drag the clouds with her hands she was the older of them.
Shy mist and knee high grass seemed to dress them up their glee in having hands in soil. Mottled carrot and parsnip uprooted, useless so the grey haired mother condemned them, shrill echo repeating up and down the mountains. The other three mothers tended the soil mute and blind. Something moved from under the soil| poisonous ravenous accelerating to the surface then diving into the depths of the soil. None could see what it was.
The commune of mothers arose shocked and humbled their retreating hands and paling faces a mysterious blasphemy. Now standing in protest, mists dissapated the knee high grass sighed with an unwelcome breeze.
The beast in the tub murmured. The mothers turned to the east following the sun from morn to dusk. The tub begged water the tub begged sustanance mottled crops discarded a top a pile of weeds inedible. Panic wrestled complacency the tub distracting their eyes from the gloom where the sun was hidden.

The spirit of a baby pecker

 Ghost chicken in the yard holy sake
Dawn restless petrified of imminent daybreak
Ghost chicken lays egg thus collected
madame splits egg yoke to be rejected

into the bowl egg white from yoke looms
Yet the yoke is white and lowlight daybreak booms
angry at being held back by the night
the ghost egg barely yellow in sight

and the baby chicken that never was bubbles
the white yoke climbs into the dogmouth treating
the clear gel of the ghost eggwhite awaits a beating
to haunt a new fancy recipe trending

the phantom of a real chicken once alive picking through the grass
a predator on all creepy crawlies squirming a fuss
absent like the darkness now robbed by the light
So clearly reflected in the ghost eggwhite

the spirit of a baby chicken
in the stomach now quickening

Rythm of lust

 what you seek

Lost in the sky
in the sky aloft and terrified
infected with lust
thrown by winds

Proximal infernus
not a tree or building to hold onto
No net to secure yourself into
dragged by whim untamed desire

burning an arduous fever
an incantation repeating
sparking and inflaming
in your eye as you seek

lost in these keen skies
that used to be locked into heaven
no they float away connected to nothing
rolling and drifting kept dry by the sun

kept wet by your tears

Getting pie on those dress shoes

 the tone of his voice was lazer capturing many off guard
being shot across the room from a convincing grin
Many in the meeting vying for dominance of influence
He tripped them up with a haughty tone and an isn't it obvious rhetoric

Convincing the grunts and impressing the boss
content never mattered just tilted eyebrows
well exploited arguements
empty words with the right timing

board meeting thick oversweetened pie
falling from your face onto the powerpoint projector
exhibiting the the delicate carelessness
it takes to maintan the status quo

He raises his cup and gets out his pistol
loaded with just enough hollowpoint compliments
to knock a few of these contenders off the trail
underlings hold the toilet bowl

he talks about the incredible layers of toilet paper
How they soak up the shit
give this guy a promotion
he aimed his existance at impressing us in this incredible moment of boring

A guide to how to live

 I could tell you how to live
but then you'd have to know
compare
lose it

I'd love to have the satisfaction
of making the best decision I ever could every day
the waste disposal skip looms it is perfectionism

compare yourself

How could you know
That the road of your life has been set
in the right direction
you'd ponder it tirelessly to no end

couldn't tell you how to live
you wouldn't believe me if I could
guide you through the traumas
dead boring weeks

anxious nights
burning your forehead
from overthinking
the absence of answers

peace
peace comes after death
toward it the volume is up
the euphoria is high

people are selling
crude confusion