OK here it goes… I’m disgusted and honestly ashamed to show my face in Dublin again..like ever.. I spent 10 years with public works and I did a damn good job. I would work all night if needed in shitty situations just to make sure people could have their water restored. And that being said the City Of Dublin don’t do much to protect their employees. And it’s whatever I powered through what I could. I most likely put down over a hundred dogs in their name.. not something I’m proud of. I had to use a gas chamber which I’m sure was illegal but I was young and needed my paycheck. Right before I quit I loaded up the gas chamber and threw it the fuck away! I love animals and all that kinda fd me up.But anyways beyond this piece of shit job,and after my blood sweat and tears in 18 years in this occupation,my illness started getting worse. Anyone that knows me knows I have problems. When I finally decided to try to save myself I got out to find out my wife abandoned our son and started sleeping with my nephew while I was away. Who the fuck does that? But I’m ashamed and there’s a great chance I’ll never show my face again in this place that I considered my home for most of my life.Much love and God bless yall but I’m out of here for good. Hopefully I can find a way to get surgery and fix my problems…I live my life for my son and him alone and that will never change. I miss my daughter Kairi but I was cut out and I guess she’s my niece now? Lol so fucking sick!Embarrassing! But I’m OK with it I guess? Don’t really have a choice. If you hear stories about me believe what you want but that side of the story isn’t very truthful. It’s fucked up to be honest. I weigh less than 120 now and I’m fighting to keep going. I won’t lay down and give up because this boy will never give up on me! We all know how much it hurts losing family after they stab you in the back. To Jake and Myra… I do not wish yall well..I’ve never been betrayed so bad in my life…I hate yall. And to Kairi…I’ll always love you and I’m so sorry I was cut out of your life. I guess rant over…Love me..Hate me.. It’s whatever. Goodbye Dublin

2022 will be laid to rest at 11:59pm on December 31st.

It will be revised by his relative 2023, 12 months, and 365 days.

In loving memory of 2022, a million beautiful babies were born. And a million beautiful children are gone. The average working man, made more money, while the average politician doubled the prices. It was a year of confusion and stability was a dream. The average family home was budging at the seams. People are scared to buy cars because gas is so high. Covid was controlled down to one house per neighborhood. 2022 and our ex president brought violence to a whole new high. And trafficking is ignored by the eye in the sky. Wal-Mart became the place to release all of your pain. No not shopping, just for going insain. 2022 will be missed by a million families that lost their love ones while the year was departing. May God bless everyone that struggled through this year, and all of our Angel's that fell victim to 2022 demise.

2022 passed away mercifully once the death was called and the machines that had provided its heart and soul since its sickly birth were unplugged. Born out of an oppressive eternity of lingering pandemic fears, a thin and weak 2022 suffered each day from the weariness of universal distrust, separation anxiety and an inability to thrive.

Left alone with just a zoom nanny still masked up, it learned nothing and found the new normal an exercise in the cancerous malignancy of depressive nothingness. 2022 was rumored to be one of humanity’s last, choked, flooded, burned, plagued with wars, hatred, division, divisiveness, left teetering of the edge of eroded embankment the angry ocean waiting for high tide to come and sweep it away…yet the year hung on to it sad forgettable costly end adding nothing, taking much, leaving us all worst for it having existed.

2022 leaves no direct decedents futile finger swipes and lonely midnight tappings incapable of procreation. No memorial is planned, thought and prayers need not be said. 2022 having never risen from dust will simply blow away into nothingness of its own accord. Memorials can be sent to 2023. Cash donations only, no crypto.

In lovin' memory...

Here is the link to the online google (documented) Obituary:

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1YHVlmKhVxm13dtuvCDCDmI_UBNXXnIlX7w0q4OyLxHg/edit?usp=sharing..

#2k22.

When I'm by your side, there's no need to hide;

There's no need to hide, when I'm by your side.

When I hold your hand, we'll do all we can;

We'll do all we can, when I hold your hand.

And we can weather every storm;

We can keep each other warm;

We can win, no matter the odds;

We can even challenge the gods.

When I'm in your arms, we'll come to no harm;

We'll come to no harm, when I'm in your arms.

When our hearts entwine, we can outlast time;

We can outlast time, when our hearts entwine.

And we can weather every storm;

We can keep each other warm;

We can win, no matter the odds;

We can even challenge the gods.

I wanted to show an elegant sense of balance and poesy

But what I brought instead was a drought of talent;

You, my jury outside my own understanding,

Said "Bravo!" and then you turned away.

Though from your lips, it felt like an insult,

As if this were some sort of game we played.

Well, let me tell you, my instinct was to run,

For the embarrassment was too much, too tactile,

But can we not agree that the opposite of instinct

Is nothing more than a test of our will?

I thought about kissing you, of distracting you

From this garbage world.

However, this fight was not for the faint-hearted,

Nor would it ever be. In fact, nothing could

Bring peace outside of a sense of belonging

In a milieu that offered no such solace.

"Oh well," said, breaking the silence like a tree

Breaks the monotony of a sandy beach,

"At least there's no one to witness this masquerade."

With the beauty of a virgin,

She‘s like a sparkling star.

Tinsel hair and cranberry eyes,

Shine like lights from afar.

At present she’s my inspiration;

In old age she’ll be my cane.

From birth I have loved her,

Like a tree loves the rain.

Singing carols dedicated to her

Because I love her so.

Just like she once sang to me

Long, long ago.

Death and taxes

death

and taxes

dash one away

get axed anyway

To put up with one

put money away

While the other

gnashes its teeth

If we are free,

how can we be forced

to give to the needy?

Hey! Hand me your need

and I will take up the cause

but just because we need

doesn't mean we can cheat

We can't demand money

Only one type of entity can.

Man must trade, yet

government

can charge for their own parade

What do we always say?

It's okay by me if it goes

to the children

of course

or for the forests, the houses,

(What houses?)

the hospitals,

you name the need,

we'll sign the check

My hospital is in the sickbed.

You can't have a baby there

You can't get overnight care

If you have an emergency

you might be lucky

and not get shipped

100 kilometers away

Death is a clean getaway.

Taxes are a scheme. always

For you see, we have been taxed

appropriately

supposedly,

every step of the way

Why then? has none of our money

amounted to the change

we were promised

as children

Weren't we supposed to inherit

the fruits of our freedom?

We are exploited

equally, sure. Except

the people on the streets

aren't seeing a piece of this ploy

Lobbying is never equal is it?

It sure is certain

to change the perceived

problem of the day

Death is the certainty

Taxes are subject to change

Photo by Nathanaël Desmeules on Unsplash

#wisdom #poetry #life #Objectivism #Capitalism

Mother Nature stands on a peaceful beach

between plastic garbage

and Neptune's trident

The god of the sea

clasps her hand

his instinct to flood, clear the land

Her elegant form brought her fight

to the game, to run wild in the wind

Bravo spoke the zephyr opposite

to the hurricane beside her

A tornado dances between sea and sand

Drought kisses the land,

A test of the people

who insult the Earth,

with constant demand

Outside her circle

The jury sits

Nodding in agreement

As the tree of time

explains the balance

Life or Death

Can man sway the verdict?

Perhaps

declares Mother Nature

As Neptune bows to her command

Bashing self

with books from a shelf.

Toss and turn,

the mind does burn.

Why?