We allow ourselves to be reduced
To impotent phrases,
Never directly dealing with our lives
In real ways that result in real changes.
This inaction plays upon itself,
Makes us lapdogs with drooling tongues
And no sense of the hunt.
We pretend our disdain, our disgust,
Fearing legal retribution, or worse,
After all, some dogs get kicked,
Just for being dogs.
Besides,
No one wants to spoil the party.
Our soft lives have resulted
In rotten teeth,
Inadequate for the attack,
Muscles loose and flabby.
An occasional growl,
The best we can muster,
Too bored and too disinterested
To even chase the neighbor’s cat.
Perhaps we fear that our doghouse
Might be taken away,
Leaving us chained in the mud
And the pouring rain.
But that would take some reasoning,
The occasional use of our
Socially and politically neutered brains.
Perhaps we fear our weakness most of all,
Recanting tales of canines brave,
Like Lassie or Rin Tin Tin.
Knowing we are no longer
A breed apart,
Someone else to save the day.
Useless now, for tracking
Or even herding sheep.
Ah, but it has become quite easy
To find a sunny spot,
A place to settle down,
To curl up, to heave a sigh, and sleep.
A wonderful use of pet behavior to describe the sheeple (lapdogs) most have become. Spending their lives endlessly chasing tail and bowing down to the big dogs in hopes of getting scraps or a bone and sure as hell trying to find a warm place to lie down in as soon as possible (early retirement).
You've hit the nail on the head again. I hope you sing it in the New Orleans dives.
Who would have guessed that we would become slaves to a band of low IQ'd nitwit lapdogs with scarcely enough brain power to wipe their asses, and each bought for 30 pieces of silver by the Koch brothers.
We've let the mantra 'smaller' government cow and neuter us, for
WE, after all, ARE the government. Let somebody else fix it, take care of our rights, run for office, vote, thrive. Like Roman and Aztec 'citizens' we dutifully attend various arenas and cheer our blood sports, but increasingly we are too lazy and fearful to do even that. We stay at home and watch, living double vicarious fantasies. Michael, you are so often right on and create a viewpoint we would not see but for you. My dog, at least once in a while, barks at bears and chases coyotes. But more and more he adopts the neurosis of his masters and sleeps in his cushy bed. Thanks.
And some of us are just tired of the fight, since it has never seemed to yield results. But mostly you are right, laziness and apathy. Your usual excellent writing.
L
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You've hit the nail on the head again. I hope you sing it in the New Orleans dives.
Ron
WE, after all, ARE the government. Let somebody else fix it, take care of our rights, run for office, vote, thrive. Like Roman and Aztec 'citizens' we dutifully attend various arenas and cheer our blood sports, but increasingly we are too lazy and fearful to do even that. We stay at home and watch, living double vicarious fantasies. Michael, you are so often right on and create a viewpoint we would not see but for you. My dog, at least once in a while, barks at bears and chases coyotes. But more and more he adopts the neurosis of his masters and sleeps in his cushy bed. Thanks.
budd
L