Once again we relate the story of an everyday individual who strives to make a difference in this world.
He's a man not much different than you or I really, except he has a very unique function that sets him apart. His name is Uckfay, but if that weren't bad enough, he is the one who has to review television, books, and other media to determine which content is morally acceptable for you and I to consume. Evidently we are not capable of making those determinations for ourselves.
Uckfay wears a suit to work and reports to the Society of Blowhards, or SoB's for short. He has his share of challenges, mainly physical, such as borderline diabetes from only consuming soda, because beer is not permitted by the SoB doctrine despite being made of all-natural ingredients.
And he also suffers from a sore neck from walking on only the right side of the street.
Monday, January 23, 2012
say it
probably
said it before
long ago
far away
chopping firewood
letting off steam
because
certain idiots
here and there
found it necessary
to take
the low road
trying my hatred
because
sometimes
insecurity
and maybe
issues
of esteem
are hard
to swallow
say it?
can't say it
because
firewood
is better
to split
than
a sack
of shit.
and so
ages pass
find myself
of all places
theology school
driven by visions
as if
ranting
at the pulpit
that i grew up
facing
only to push back
at a generation
who
despite best intentions
could not break
their mold
talking
not listening
to young people
should be seen
not heard
their own
life story
often rehearsing
failures, regrets
sometimes
confusing them with
concern
say it?
can't say it
because
you just can't
reason
with a
barking dog.
and then
certain
baby boomers
facing
too many changes
got to clamp down
one last desperate
white knuckled
choke hold
break these
commie punks
even as
some of them
fall
on the same
sword
they had
warned us
to avoid
say it?
can't say it
because
silence can be
defening
and indifference
far more
chilling
than hatred
and so
time wounds
all heels
karma's
a bitch
bastards
will pay.
said it before
long ago
far away
chopping firewood
letting off steam
because
certain idiots
here and there
found it necessary
to take
the low road
trying my hatred
because
sometimes
insecurity
and maybe
issues
of esteem
are hard
to swallow
say it?
can't say it
because
firewood
is better
to split
than
a sack
of shit.
and so
ages pass
find myself
of all places
theology school
driven by visions
as if
ranting
at the pulpit
that i grew up
facing
only to push back
at a generation
who
despite best intentions
could not break
their mold
talking
not listening
to young people
should be seen
not heard
their own
life story
often rehearsing
failures, regrets
sometimes
confusing them with
concern
say it?
can't say it
because
you just can't
reason
with a
barking dog.
and then
certain
baby boomers
facing
too many changes
got to clamp down
one last desperate
white knuckled
choke hold
break these
commie punks
even as
some of them
fall
on the same
sword
they had
warned us
to avoid
say it?
can't say it
because
silence can be
defening
and indifference
far more
chilling
than hatred
and so
time wounds
all heels
karma's
a bitch
bastards
will pay.
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