The Sounds of Irrelevance

There’s the cell phone buzz again; it came to jangle me again because some jangly came beeping, and leaves its blip while I am thinking. And the message that was planted in my phone. . . now is gone within the sounds of irrelevance. In literate words I read alone old books, and new ones now long gone Beneath the halo of lamp light I turn the pages, left to right. Then my ears get stabbed by the jingle-jangle toys of unseen voice with political noise a phoney voice with pleas for cash but I assess its all political trash. But in the online light I discern they’re wanting money that I earned in work I did in days gone by. So I ignore it with a sigh. ‘bots with people voices speaking but really it’s Ai blather bleeping while people still sing songs that we should hear as history and relevance still draw near. Fools in politics who do not know money like a cancer grows. . . Hear the words of the real news; citizens trying to snuff out the fuse

of insurrection and maga greed as money men amp up the feed that snuffs out the words of relevance with the noise of irrelevance. And the magas bowed and scraped to the president who raped. Now the signs display a dire warning in the resistance that is forming And the sign said the words of the prophets are written in the Bible books Let Justice roll down like the waters! Public servants must do what they oughter! Let us go by the wisdom in the books not the money of the oligarchal hooks. Money ain’t worth the paper and plastic its printed on. Let’s restore Truth, Mercy and Justice before its gone. There’s a way that gets out of this political money mess. It’s the underground railroad that rolls us out of stress. Glass half-Full