A Poem
Roses are red, violence is too
Who’s to tell me, All violets are blue?
Violets in shade are short of true blue
And roses are read by perceptions of hue
So how do you account for parallax visions?
And differences in opinion on governing propositions?
True reason comes from doubt and observation
Descartes and Bacon shared insights, null of prophetic revelation
But the Holy Roman Church and State, stated all “truths”
That resulted in the land of conclusions, as in the Phantom Tollbooth
Where are the wild things? AoooooHHH!
Philosopher kings and tyrannosaurus
You fool no one, you’re assumptions erroneous
Your coercion and power, empowers the weak
For weeks on out your message is bleak
Welfare and high wages for the people!
Social security and public education will be a staple!
Dead weight loss and zero sum games
Harburger’s triangles, it’s more of the same
I thought there was no such thing as a “free lunch”
But for cronies and bureaucrats everyday it’s time to munch
Scare tactics and propaganda is your mode of operation
Little effect has it on a nation built on free exchange calculation
When property and economic rights are devolved to the people
They possess a strong base of opposition, thus senses heedful
On the road to tyranny no society lays down
and willingly submits to triumph and breakdown
Truth speaks for itself, there’s no substitute to reason
The tutelage of central planning creates pathways to treason
Socialism leads to de-development and destitution
A daily menu of bread, potatoes, and pollution…
of the mind, body, and character of the soul
Let no one man dictate and posses absolute control
Dictators and bandits, go ahead, battle with me
For I’m on the side of Hayek, Mises, and Pete Boettke
The role of ideas will humiliate your gun
Not long, till you will be exposed as public enemy number one
Prices left unhampered give me the information I need
To generate the incentives and coordination you cannot foresee
So ask not what you can do for your country,
But as Milton said, ask what you can do for yourself
If roses are red and violets are blue
I need no one but me, to reason that this is
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Untitled sketch. no. 16
It has no due date, no deadline. Just a meaning on its own.
I continually ask myself what liberty and freedom of expression mean to me. And when words often fail to fully represent my personal thoughts – something finds its way to do so.
On a day of defeat. random mental processes ensued. and amalgamated itself into broke-beat English. accompanied by slug-like ink stains on paper napkins and jean pockets. The closer you look, the more you will see. Only one might ask, Where is the coordination? Where is the romping?… You tell me.
“Tis excellent to be spontaneous, though better to be brilliant.” -Jonze
- Rizqi
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