Kit Kelen #1368 - deniers and their reasons

1368

deniers and their reasons

or

let me count the types

shares in

employed by

(slaves of the machine become a part)

there’s greed

(might miss the obvious)

but so often it’s not that

although there is identification

an easy notoriety –

I’m the bastard won’t agree

mere credulity can’t count

still there’s the love of illywhack

and contrariety

rub nose in some thing you missed

more likely it’s out of a general resentment

and having once held an opinion

it’s mine

I love best their self-righteousness

that jealous white man’s entitled drive

for status of persecuted minority

of course there are lovers of coal

unreconstructed smoke nostalgists

some simply wished for a warmer world

or they resent that there’s a future

will be left behind

that’s it – they want a rising tide

just to float their boat

perhaps they failed at

science

argument

conversation

it might be just fellow feeling

they’re like the paranoid demented

who know all will be taken

dare not say death

but go to the devil

they love to be insulted

it’s oxygen for them

in mirrors they won’t see themselves

but some strange ugly shapes

this is not to say there are no fools for truth

I meet them every day

but old habits die hard

the world’s a cigar

and there are those who ache with the changes

won’t admit when wrong

the Trump-emboldened

who hate the world

and all of us

but here’s how to hear your own voice

for the sake of ‘balance’ all must be shot

then move on to the head

some would say ‘sad old fucks’

that’s harsh

others would call it an illness

that can be treated with truth

don’t buy that

they know they’re lying

shall we credit a love of absurdity?

simply not making sense?

still, it’s a terrible darkness they spread

all condemning and soon be gone

why merely hate the young

when you can blame the unborn?

get your revenge in ahead of the game

but surely I hyperbolize?

it’s just to show that they don’t give a fuck

can stand apart from the fuss

the simple joy of humbug’s much

or they say fake these days

true conservatives would save the world

your denier believes

nothing to see here

opinions are all wronged by fact

they could have chosen to understand –

they won’t

rain falls again

sun shines

that’s proof

some will say anything –

‘China invented it’

and who invented fire?

because of Planet B

the godless among them

most puzzling of all

no learning to the uncreated

what’s inaccessible to change?

only a rhetorical question  

necessary

and they are reminders

how fleabitten history always was

how mothholed the future

how firm every bettering resolve

against the joy of mock

the cancer’s your imagination

they’ve run out of paint

they’re in this corner

we know who they are

come out

fists up

but the bell won’t ring

a holocaust?

what's that?