Dickhead by Garathe Den (HeartOfBabel.com)

Dickhead by Garathe Den

I really wanted to write a poem
And call it "Dickhead"
But I didn't want it to be too pompous
Or indicative
So here's a start of a tangent
You can take it openhanded
Or just toss it to the wayside
And just leave it dead and stranded

What's a good name to call
Towards someone who's downright rude
Who propagates absurdities
Ignoring all other views
Who labels you atrocities
In the slightest opposition
Who doesn't care of anything
Except the binds of their tradition

Let's just call them Dickhead
A rose by any other name
I wouldn't say it's classy
But it's really all the same
We will blame any one
For any single thing
If our religion will conceive it
There's no limit to what we'll sing

Our sermons and our speeches
Our inaugurations and impeachments
They all cater to the mindsets
That we have conjured through our legions
We are a people set to factions
Don't let the word "unity" fool you
We are Dickheads without regard
Yet are the masters of impromptu

We pull martyrs out of myths
Scapegoat entire nations
Pledge allegiance to a flag
That has warred since it's creation
Then we populate a thought
Just to indoctrinate a message
A Dickhead of a move
That we just label a progression

We have egos quite inflated
An illustrious illusion
Propagated from all channels
No regulating this pollution
All bastards of society
In a modest proposal
To see the ways of life aborted
Only at someone else's disposal

We cry victim when we're losing
We cry conquest when we're strong
We cry Dickhead to the things
To which we just don't get along
Always causing a commotion
Never letting any peace
For when happiness is not exclusive
We make it come deceased

Your religions are absurd
All the faith that you embrace
The State of separation
That has caused us all disgrace
Every president and preacher
Every system and institution
That holds law above love and freedom
Is just a Dickhead revolution