World Socialist Utopia © Surazeus 2024 11 17 After I crawl out of the rabbit hole from searching for the graves of long-dead gods I walk in blue dusk to the grocery store where evening shoppers, hoping to buy faith, are careful not to share their eyes with owls to read secret messages on glass doors. Pausing in back aisle under the fake clock, I stare at large can of potato soup and wonder what would happen if a bomb were to blow holes in television screens, but then I smile with assurance of faith that I have hid my dreams in unread books. Hired by the government to play the role of Lucifer exposing greedy frauds, I hide every book of forgotten lore that dares to reveal name of the Star Wraith till I join the internet ghost who howls with hungry despair on the money moors. I return every year to Plymouth Rock where I arrived with freedom-fighting group commissioned to build alabaster tomb for Jesus who loves to build time machines powered by spirit essence of the wraith reborn in artsy minds of castle cooks. I try to understand this modern age where lonely rebels, clutching plastic guns, pretend to fight against the government while getting their farmer subsidy checks to grow wheat on the prairies far from towns, while I write fantasy novels in verse. For the next revolution to begin the people living in home of the brave must elect cruel dictator of blind greed as their messiah of the nuclear cloud who will destroy their rich land of the free so we can build new paradise for all. When jester of the king prances on stage to mock the way their fake messiah runs the people stuck in loops of argument wear assault-rifle crosses on their necks to cheer Headless Horseman at Churchill Downs who fails to escape the Trojan-Horse curse. Yet the cosmic herald will always win right to translate code from the ocean wave so everyone works to get what they need in world socialist utopia of the proud since Odin bears the social justice key he stole from Lucifer before the Fall.
Surazeus Astarius Συράζευς Αστάριος. Cartographer. Epic Poet. Hermead epic poem about Philosophers 126,680 lines of blank verse. http://tinyurl.com/AstarianScriptures
Sunday, November 17, 2024
World Socialist Utopia
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Orpheus defeats all contenders for the White House where he founds the World Socialist Utopia of America to overthrow all monarchies and build new empire of equal rights.
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