The Exhibitionist: Mardi Gras

1965cae62100dd3581cb2e8ffb457273-d3j4pitCovered underneath
The mantle of desire
Naked truths
Pursued by only those
Brave enough to rid themselves
Of clothes
Nothing there
But nature
Have you ever scorned a tree?
All their layered garments
Made to conceal
Hypocrisies
Made to repress desires
To establish social order
Human kingdoms
Ravaging, pillaging
Raping, murdering
Stealing
Let me say this now
And hear it clear
I see so much more justice
Between the animals
Why are we so attached
To these repressive notions
When a thousand civil years
Have proved them wrong
This is a dog eat dog world
After all
So let’s just strip
And be the dogs we are
Its much more pleasant
In the summer too

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Character: 90/100

The Hooligan: An Ode to our Fuckin’ State

to be read in an Irish accent (preferably when intoxicated)

Fuck this twatImage
Opinionated asswipe
Stuffed with plastic whistles
That referee needs some stylish lovin’
A backrub by my uncle Sam
Or brawl with aunty Guinevere
It’s anarchy that we divide
Amongst our organized conjunction here
Fearless champions
Of every cause
And with our footsteps
Stadiums rumble
Bobbies tiptoe shy and clean
More like tiny boobies
On a teen
They cannot feed the crowds
Fuck the rules
We play to win, no hesitation
And in our bigotry
We survive
Don’t blame us, blame the world
For being such a place
That leaves no room
For compromise
In violence
Our children thrive
Against the world of rubber balls
Not the ones beneath our hinds
But those out there
On fields so green
Of that beloved land
That we’ve no choice
But to call home
Serve and protect
Until we’re seen

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Character: 89/100
Bobbies is slang for police, boobies is slang for.. well, you know what

The Lawyer: Anarchy of Nature’s Laws

ImageBooks on my desk
Rules
A thousand years of culture,
A thousand manuscripts
But we’re still here
Killing, stealing, waging wars
You tell me
When walking on that road
The stone below you
Is pressed beneath your feet
And suddenly that violence
Once an act of crime
Becomes organic, part of human lives
An orange squeezed from living trees
A flower picked for someone loved
A cow chopped up into a meal
A man promoted, another fired
A baby born, another hungry dies
These laws, more natural
Than human made decrees
More permanent
Than fleeting scrolls
We aim for man-made justice
In this world
When maybe all we need to do
Is realize
That justice
Is not black or white
It’s in this order here
While artificial laws
Are subject to
The systems they create
And honestly
From what this world has seen
These systems failed
They failed so bad
And so
The time has come
For us to re-evaluate
To have the courage
To question all these rules

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Character: 87/100

The Political Activist: Fading Shades of Glory

I fall apart
Faced with reality
Pieces of my past
Cutting through my heart
A million daggers dangling
Like pendulums from strings
I see them sway
A network of  distress
From all across the globe

Jaded from this world
I relinquish all my passions
And move beyond my doubts
Into a barren land
Where souls bedazzled
By their own remorse
Roam in vain between
So many empty causes

In this void of recollection
Time no longer rules
Dimensions skew
Towards dumbfounding heights
Atop a distant hill
That I call home
The universe converges at my doorstep
Clarity like air after the rain
Pervades my inner sadness
And bequeaths
A being so deranged, misunderstood
Misplaced and judged in fault

Along this path I lead my life
In search of hope
In search of truth
In search of love and meaning
Between the fading shades of my flag’s glory
And upon the very land that I called home

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Character: 75/100