A puppet or a string Or a puppet on a string Or wouldn’t you know Influence is everything
Nobody loves you when you’re down and out Another story altogether when you’re flush with clout Sweet is the life, no sorrow the story Lift him up, shoot him down Ring around the rosy
Sweet is the life, no sorrow the story A fresh paint job, keep smiling Ring around Their rosary Silly McMuffins cry death’s a story
But it doesn’t have to be like this That story told from His Petrogliphs McQuota meets Mass Misfits That’s what I say
It doesn’t have to be like this Influence is everything Hear what I say They will shift your night from day
Just stay away Don’t swallow their lies Don’t inject their poisons Don’t eat their fruits Don’t Don’t Don’t Don’t let them take your mind Your soul is not for sale Don’t let them get Under your skin Don’t let them touch your scentmost intransigentSo effervescent
Mysterious to some. Known to a precious few. Invisble to others. Inconsequential to most.
The fundamental question remains: Do the origins matter?
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And if you say they don’t, but the others say they do. Does that matter to you?
What do you care? Can another make you care? That is the ACTUAL question.
Such is the task of the new profession called Activism.
If I can get you to care about A today, and B tomorrow, and C next week, that makes me a better Activist.
Influence is Everything AIEIO And on this farm . . .
Like the serpent, provoking Or the embers, stoking The winds then evoking
Power, so they say The power to what? To influence The tides, the lives, the minds Terroire Territory
Space Outer space, deep space, near space Inner space
It’s all about that Great Big Race The Human Race The race against time, the race of space, the race for EVERYTHING THE race that begat the wars The wars against poverty, the war against bacteria, The war against hate Right before the war for Freedom
Elaborate spiral staircase, at the Nathaniel Russell House in South Carolina. Original image from Carol M. Highsmiths America, Library of Congress collection. Digitally enhanced by rawpixel.h
And that begat the Solutions Those for the soil and for the folk Those for peace And those for hope
Legacy or burden have you considered the difference? Gifts or curses does that difference matter?
What is a favor? What if your favor is not my flavor? Preferences Do they really matter?
The winds of change Gusts, sudden, and not exactly random A spiral sequence Tones the man cannot understand Infuriating and cleansing and inevitable HIM His hyme so diminished Rythme so consternated, disconfigurated So palpably deflated HIS never-ending upward spiral Circling the drain Such a Goddamn shame?
Question to ask the Assigned Sages of the modern day: How do you innovate your way out of a Death Cult?