Venusian Verse

Jim Ganley


The vitriol of the Venusian landscape has fomented
squabbles and accusatory prose that leave one to forge on
in rectitude to prove once and for all that we're worthy of adulation
and condemnation for goals unmet while absorbed in oneself
to do it in style when seeking relief from bums and thieves
to raise up our spirit while getting us started on the way
...to Nirvana, Heaven, or Utopia

The vagaries of the Venusian philosophy are legion
Do not ask; do not question. Acceptance our only option
It's never so easy making oneself queasy in pursuit of the truth
of the matter in stark contrast to the falsehoods of anointed personalities
crossing our path chattering away about nothing of substance in
pursuit of the power to control those around them
...and far away too.

The vulgarities of the Venusian psychology are mind boggling
Something so lewd cannot be more than crude while struggling
to seek safe passage to the realm of the just.
Telepathic projections to far away lands and bygone days
that mean something to the person alone, confusing at best to the rest
in their view from the throne of cracked linoleum and leaky pipes
...giving solace to no one

The vanguard elect of the Venusian movement know not what they do
Compensatory ejaculations of prayer fill the hall with a low buzz
resonating as it does to an infinity of choice and seminal ideas over who
will do what, when. and why and will it matter or serve no purpose other
than obfuscation of what we already know to be true, in a relative sense
with no parameters to contain or restrain their blind ambition spewing hatred
...and blame in their latest edition

Vindication of the Venusian progrom is oft to be dreaded, fearing what
we know is not where we're headed in times fraught with futility
brandishing weapons and shouting trite phrases to push an agenda
on the willing sheep of a nation, its brain numbed and desensitized
by media attention is little more than anal retention, a cause for rejection
of all we once loved to hate the father and kill the son. A woman's work
..is never done



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