f Bomb

the liked likes to like the liked like like likes like to like like
like it?
but it’s not like it
what does it have to do with it?

It’s not it.
it’s what it isn’t.
haven’t I told you this before?

the rats will desert the ship at the first site of shore
where’s my baseball bat?
that’s where it’s at

less ballast for a fleet sail
it’s like arrows on chain mail
what remains are sailors
not ego tailors
they will earn their keep
it’s worth it. not cheap

text in a torrent of bits
amounts to ?
contributing to the disillusionment of hypocrites
they’re in one door and out the next

look, all it is is text
one they’re praising and the other they’re damning
but it ain’t the art, it’s you they’re scammin
no use slammin
they won’t make the connection

I ain’t running for election
elections are for likers
sweet hitchhikers
I campaign a different trail
I don’t turn tail
not to get on a list
so I get dismissed?

what does that mean?
it’s jellybeans
sweets for tooth
you back in that polling booth?

not me
I wanna be free
to see what I damn well see
it could be you
if you wanted it to

or not

what you got?

can I like it?

 

 

Written by Scott Schoffstall
©  February 04, 2011
all rights reserved
Poetic Sojourn

**this kind of requires a knowledge of Facebook (who doesn’t have that?)
and reading “Instructions on How to Win a Popularity Contest” first.

Postmortem for a Scar

when you hear a voice from inside you, you’ll know it’s your benefactor
if the voice is from without you, then discern if comfort or distractor
if you share with another that which came from deep within
be happy they delighted or were renewed from whence they’ve been

but dear friend there is a stab that may lacerate your compassion
when you find that another rapes your heart as an assassin
by taking that which they would find and use it for their glory
without remorse and with full knowledge it’s not their light or their story

Be assured dear one and not hindered in your art or your vision
even though, for just this moment, your tempted to grow derision
because this con from your art gains praise with no remorse
a reckoning will in time give them due for their course

 

 

written by Scott Schoffstall
© January 11, 2011
all rights reserved
Poetic Sojourn

Instructions on how to win a popularity contest

welcome to the catwalk
toe up to dat chalk
we all tread our wears
but peel away the layers
sum of the plastic bubble?
hey I ain’t here for no trouble
contrive and thrive
brain dead or alive
will it survive?

examining stress levels
from daily devils
come to naught
when divining afterthoughts
of undocumented terms
it don’t make the worm squirm

instead make it up as you go along
you do it for a song
isn’t nat what it’s about?
it’s all about clout
show biz wiz
because it isn’t what it is
it’s what it seems
take it to extremes
who would know?
even better for the flow?

going through life with eyes squinted
glasses rose tinted
doesn’t sharpen the focus
bull shit hocus pocus
cuts down the scope
better than death on a rope?

what’d they say bout a blind squirrel?
you go girl
a squirrel. that’s a rodent right?
words for a fight?
can a rat splat flat if
a tongue tyin acrobat?
now that’s where it’s at
with a baseball bat

roaches scamper cross my floor
you know what rhymes with floor
looking for crumbs
fucking dumb

don’t misconstrue
a clue
2  for a dollar
shit’s getting taller

ka ching

 

 

Written by Scott Schoffstall
© January 6, 2011
all rights reserved
Poetic Sojourn