Lyin' Eleven

Not genuine , a forgery or sham
fakery laid over falsehood
the devil's stagecraft
a miasma
that gloats
silly people with temporal power
developing illusion
proud of the glib acceptance
of what 'their' eyes have seen
and repeating in their patronizing semi-chuckle
'conspiracy',
as if the word were a planet just discovered
on the dark side of the moon,
and those 'theorists' they would punish
and mete out whatever is at hand
based on their petty prejudices and justified vengeances
themselves a product of their own inspired victim-state
a puffy middle-class novelette co-wriiten by
Oprah and Elie Wiesel
the basis of which is war perpetual against everything,
and their cow-eyed expressions
that plead for acceptance
like well-practiced beggars
whine for belief
while each death from the inevitable war
borne of the ignoramus' lie,
the lie that says
'I won't look, I won't look' ,
burnishes the armour of their saintly self-deceit;
as can be seen by the adequate definition of the word
'conspiracy'
in the many dictionaries and etymologies
to be found on-line or in book-form
in most , if not all, of the world's languages
ancient and modern
though duly ignored by 'our' spokespeople,
corporate, electoral, legal, judicial, moral,
whose lessons in dialogue
owe more to ' dirty protest'
though lacking the poetic tenor of H-Block,
reinforced by asinine stories of alleged heroism:
'let's roll' and ' I ran back inside when I heard the second plane
go off
in the
basement '.
And to indulge in the possibility
of believing
one iota of evidence gleaned
by the official investigation teams
would be to acknowledge
our ability
to deceive ourselves and forget
which in the long-run
and with short-shrift
is what they want us to do,
[for investigation today they belittle as at best mean-spirited
while accepting the blatantly erroneous accounts and accusations
somehow honours those killed]
to lie to ourselves, our children, our friends
to refuse to trust our own senses
to bathe in the bliss
of the great totalitarian mythos
that provides foundation
for the latest version of Imperium
that are always smug
and generously sprinkled with sniveling
vulgar poisonous types
whose dimwitted intelligence
proves proportional to their
corrosive dishonesty
and psychopathic envy








Ground Zero marks the site of an atomic explosion, always!