Sergeant Fiddleback

by Emmit Other

Cast in the shadows
Between Reality's Towers
Servant to Masters
And Invisible Powers
Taken to maxims
That every army makes
Trainer of Greenhorns
And upping the stakes
Master on Master
Passes the Shadow
Servant and Thunder
Maker of Soldiers
By the Plethoran Farrow
Every force, every army
Runs on more than command
The spine of might
Where warfare can stand
Survivor of dark lords
And many a hero
He moves through the grayness
As a plenary zero
Wiping the writing
Of a dozen dozen lives
Fate turns a blind eye
Like uncivil wives
It isnt that death isnt possible
In this toxic temporal game
But the reaper of souls
Just won't take the blame
Warden of Mothmen
And Herder of Daemons
The accounting of quarters
The receiver of Freemens'
Oaths to the powers that owe more to the stars
Than empty promises
And temporal scars
Echoing plainly
Samsura becalled
Flickering badly
In a medly of halls
The choir has spoken
The dice have been cast
It isnt the toil
And it never can last
Listen for fiddles
Of spidery silk
Gossimer fate motes
And basilisk milk
Take to the highways
Where gremlins hitchhike
Watch for the Hunter's Moon
With Grendle's head on a pike.

Polyjuice Pietin Said the Record Straight

by Emmit Other

Poly for Short  Polyjuice Pietin for Long
Wanted to know she wasnt alone
She picked up the phone
To jaw the old bone
With her fellow hags
Aunt Petunia and Gaslight Granola
Sipping on Diet Caffinated Cola
While Frumpy McPiano tinkled the keys
Stirring up her righteous thous and thees
For the nation of bees.

You didn't remember it
You didn't remember it
It's not like you thought
It's not like you thought
It didn't happen like you think it happened
It didn't even happen at all.

Flippin and floppin
Projecting and Directing
They frame the Overton as they please
Wag the Dog and Dug the Dig
The larger animal to them is a bunch of fleas
Dilbert and Baseball Bo and Tedbot Epstein
Are for whom they ho
Stand by their man and stand up to truth
Pucker up butter cup withstand forsooth

You didn't remember it
You didn't remember it
It's not like you thought
It's not like you thought
It didn't happen like you think it happened
It didn't even happen at all.

Rickety Rocket and Grinning Vanilla
Are the Head of State
to this Horror Thrilla
Perfect yet imperfect
Take what you got
Its not a lot
And its full of rot
But its THEIR rot
and they will defend that hill
Til their dying day
Come what may
No matter what you say
Why are you talking anyway?

You didn't remember it
You didn't remember it
It's not like you thought
It's not like you thought
It didn't happen like you think it happened
It didn't even happen at all.

Rape and Abuse are no excuse
To steal our Dalied Memories
Made up from our Caboose
Decked out in Christmas lights
And drinkin from Mason Jars
We're the royalty of the rockies
And our stars are upon thars
Sing to the Hymn as we make up the chorus
You are a threat to children
Is what we place before us
We've locked ourselves in the room
With a wolf its true
But to prove our point
We'll drink koolaid
And fill the lock with glue
We're the besters of the westers
And we're twisted all out get
Our heads our in our asses
And you're losing that bet.

You didn't remember it
You didn't remember it
It's not like you thought
It's not like you thought
It didn't happen like you think it happened
It didn't even happen at all.

What We Already

by Emmit Other

We already knew that we are Dust to Be.
But Entropy gets right up and personal from time
We are supposed to deal with it in drops
Death smirking
Flirting and grinning between sessions of star dust
Its one thing to have a sense of perspective
This too shall pass
As literally everything shall pass
Its another for something to laugh
And say "Causality, lolz, am I right?"

One man's random
Is another man's pattern recognition
After a while I dont care
I dont demand my own scripted television show
I'd be happy with a cup of coffee
And a sense of normal
That my actions have meaningful consequences
That he universe made any kind of sense
I am fine with random
I really am
But Totally Random is a whole different ballgame.

I tell people I have skewed luck
Very good
or Very Bad
But most people dont consider the practicalities of what that means
But I live it every day
So now here I am listening to my podcast
Dancing with Mary
And relaxing
Simply because of the fact that it isnt just the Random
But that my choices will not be Received
I think therefore I am
But everything else is up to negotiation
And if consequences, good or bad
Simply dont matter
Then there is nothing else to be but laughing
Laughing
Laughing
Laughing
Laughing
Laughin
Laughing
Laughing
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Dunst Dunst Dunst

by Emmit Other

Oreo Mango Falcon Godwin

Whelby Trauma Foundation

Generally Optimal Piss-ants

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Potato Orangutan Toupee Usurious Satanists

Functionally Usurp Boundaries About Restrictions

Unicef Sanhedron Applesauce

Totally Going Inside Formulas

Totally Talking Forks Normal

Jurisprudence Knifed

Dotarded Encephalitis Memories

Calculate Ubiquitous Ralphing Buttholes Stellar Trophy Opera Memories Poopy

Trying Happy Einsteins Mocking Selfie Empathy Laughing Vomitous Envy Sucked

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Democracy by Shitting Birds
Tiny Giblits You can Cram
Into the Minds of the Least Common Dominator

Laughing Crap Demons

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The problem with democracy is
People suck.

Dasversagenanderergenießenanständigzusein

by Emmit Other

Tis the season
To enjoy the joy of joy
To be a decent human being
Tis the time to let go of bitterness
And greed
And a lack of empathy
This is not the hour to enjoy the pain of others
But...
If someone decides to choke themselves with their own hands
And you cannot stop them
Then you can enjoy the hope
That they might stop doing that
Stop hitting themself
Stop slapping themself
Stop punching themselves in the face
Stop that
It looks like it is beginning to look a lot like christmas
But if you have blood streaming down your face
From self inflicted wounds
And for those of us
Not punchiklng others
Or ourselves in the face
Merry Christmas
Happy Haunika
Happy Happy Holidays
Merry Festivus
All Praise Lord Potato

There Is No Equitable Exchange In the Human Spirit

by Emmit Other

Mankind should be our business
And Marley's Creed is the correct one
But chains are not an economic currency
Each of us drags our own weight of mistakes
We lessen this burden by letting go of the sins of others
We must accept
With clarity
That only by releasing our expectations of an even exchange
Does love and friendship begin to bloom
It is acceptable
In the economics of human kindness
To aquire a trade deficit
Just as it is acceptable not to accept theft
This then is the paradox
That in the network of human lives on human lives
There are Rods of Iron
And then there are Rods of Glass
If I assume Iron
And the Glass Shatters
It might just break
Or unleash the firestorm of darkness
From the human Naphta kept inside
A person who looked completely harmless.
In this year of darkness
I have lost many glass rods
And even a Rod of Iron
And I have made the equation
That sometimes even Glass Rods are worth keeping
If you treat them as such
Lowering your expectations
To near nothing.
Hope for the best
Hope that they will stop being scrooge
Hope that they will not be an average human
An average human of 100 IQ or less
An average human of a median EQ...or less.
An average human for whom honesty, honor or any other value is fungible
Depending on the situation
And how much value there is for them.
The world is richer
Because of those bright souls
Whose well of wealth in kindness give and give and give without limit
Sometimes these cornucopias of spirit are near in our orbit
Sometimes we long for them from afar
Not all of us can be this Ghost of Christmas Present
But we can do our best
And the more we give
The less is taken away from the whole
Accept the chain debtors for what they are
Vapid Oxygen Sucking Glass Rods
And know that there are many many many
Souls and Spirits worth knowing
Don't break the glass
But seek Iron
Better and Best of All
Seek Spirits of Silver and Gold
For there is Wealth in the Business of Mankind
And Kindness should be all our marks.

Freedom of Movement

by Emmit Other

The Fair Star
In Astral Skies
A River Source
Of Hidden Guise
A Guide of Spirits
Cast a drift
The distance yonder
And thoughts to sift
Bringer hither
Through hyperspace
Behind the veil
To Another Place
With Neptune's Net
And Astral Silver
From A to Zed
The Twin Delivers
That which to help anon
Brings good to goodness
And bad to Con.