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Saturday, March 05, 2016

The Supper Of Fools: poetry and video by David H. Roche

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What follows is an op-ed of Pie In The Face News where our motto is "everything is true if you believe it"
                                                                              
What began as a sneaking suspicion that the world's leaders don't have a clue and can't be trusted has been confirmed.  Kinda.  What actually happened is that it has become apparent that the goals they have are not primarily meant to benefit those faithfully following them. We had given them the benefit of the doubt thinking they might be incompetent or just at the mercy of one enemy or another and thought they were simply mistaken but trying hard. 

That turned out to be untrue, there were other, un-revealed, goals altogether and the plan is working well and will bear fruit soon. This condition is aided and abetted by the follower who just doesn't believe the game can be as cruel as it will soon become.

The overwhelming preponderance of socially approved media input has convinced almost everyone to join in producing their own impoverishment by continuing to follow the leader and giving homage to his directions and advice.

There are some thoughts of Buddha from the Dhammapada at the end of the video that casts doubt on the reliability of the value system that is guiding the course of world government.  I added them because they reflect the ideas I had in writing the poem. Humanities problems are the result of a failed value system the cure is to replace the current value system with a better one.  This means our problems are fundamentally spiritual and not fundamentally political.


So those were some of the thoughts which provoked me to write the poem below.

The Supper Of Fools

There is complete control,
but there is no justice
if the truth be told.
There's sound and fury,
demon voices fill the air
whispering; "all is lost, all is lost,
there's nothing's left but despair."

So lift up your glass
and I'll burn some grass
we'll have a good time
as long as time lasts.

you sing your song
and I'll sing mine
we'll sing together
until the end of time.

The game is rigged
we know that's true,
but there's not one damned thing
we can do...
but play the game.

So lift up your glass
and I'll burn some grass,
we'll have a good time
as long as time lasts;


you sing your song
and I'll sing mine
and we'll meet again
at the end of time

we'll start again
knowing what not to do;
but for now we'll just party on down
and enjoy the supper of fools.



Poetry and video by David H. Roche (C) 2016
The music track "Stuck In Winter Funk" by Bill Canino is used by permission

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