I am the beast

of least resistance

The organ grinder

upon humanity’s back

The Alpha Influencer

on your social media

The leader of the pack

waving a borrowed bible about

Whilst high as a kite

on the aphrodisiac

of greed and corruption

I am the crack

in all creation

๐Ÿ™ˆ ๐Ÿ™‰ ๐Ÿ™Š

I am the anvil

and the hammer

The crow

scrounging through

all your personal data

The ringleader tribal

Always grasping

for worldly power

I am the Master Sorcerer

Fear is my secret potion

I’m that anonymous troll

targeting your son

and stalking your daughter

I am the Grand Illusionist

as many doubt

that I even exist

Yet my spiteful contempt

has their world

all in a twist

As my gift

of prideful arrogance

is hard to resist

I’m that deafening shout

no one talks about

Canโ€™t you hear me

seductively whispering

that black is white

and white just ain’t right?

I have a final fantasy

just to your liking

๐Ÿ™ˆ ๐Ÿ™‰ ๐Ÿ™Š

I am the hurricane

that fans the flame

of angry rebellion


is never a part

of my master plan

My blessings come loaded

with devilishly divisive division

Race ยฎ Class ยฉ

Politics ๐Ÿšซ Religion โ„ข๏ธ

I am the manifesto

of violent revolution

in a game that is fatal

My main aim

is mass destruction

With my left hand

I wrote Das Kapital

With my right

I wrote Mein Kampf

My glorious masterpiece

War is my ultimate triumph

I brook no interference

from those accursed pacifists

who endeavour to make peace

as conflict is my business

Where the first casualty

is innocence

Since many

are easy to convince

that truth simply don’t exist

Poverty and greed

Pestilence and disease

… they are all just

an added bonus

Man’s inhumanity

to his fellow man

can do with my occasional

inspirational helping hand

After all . . . I am an Angel!

That little red book

was just the cherry on top

Political power is won

down the barrel of a gun

Can I get an Amen!?

For I am the cheerleader

of Armageddon

and my finest hour

is rapidly approaching

I am the Watchman

and that doomsday clock

is quickly ticking

But please . . . don’t surrender

You’ll take all the fun away

I don’t need yet another

sycophantic satanic follower

Gothic fools thinking it’s cool

to play with hell fire

Anton Szandor LaVey

found out the hard way

I do no man any special favour

๐Ÿ™ˆ ๐Ÿ™‰ ๐Ÿ™Š

I placed the rocks

in Virginia Woolf’s

coat pockets

as she slowly sank

into the River Ouse

With just a touch

of victorious malice

I held her close

in a final embrace

as she drew

her last breath

๐Ÿ™ˆ ๐Ÿ™‰ ๐Ÿ™Š

I am

the virus

of vanity contagious

let loose

upon time and space

Without a good

immune response

resistance is useless

Since my killer pride

has gone viral

To the bedazzled

I’m the light upon the hill

The sly catcher in the rye

for those chasing nirvana

with a cheap final thrill

like a voodoo child

kissing the sky

on a wild side ride

to a mythical utopia

For I’m the real Fifth Beatle

The big band leader

Sergeant Major Dysmorphia

The unseen Black Wiggle

So … get your game face on

Let’s play and have giggle

๐Ÿ™ˆ ๐Ÿ™‰ ๐Ÿ™Š

If your Horoscope

gives no cause for hope

hop aboard my alien starship

hidden just behind

the Hale-Bopp comet

Let’s all drink the Kool-Aid

and try not to vomit

as we transcend

in a puff of hocus pocus

to my secret paradise

via Constellation Ophiuchus

the Serpent-Bearer

of the Thirteenth House

Come try your luck

on my new

and improved Zodiac

I am the meat

in your hero sandwich

The speech writer

of delusional greatness

I am the angel of deception

hand feeding

a captive audience

With chains forged

in the fires of history

I am the blacksmith

of despair and misery

I’m the choke hold

just above your shoulder

as I set the agenda

for Big Brother

I truly am

that dog whistler’s mother

So please pay attention

to my disinformation

I am the one and only

Alternative Saviour

๐Ÿ™ˆ ๐Ÿ™‰ ๐Ÿ™Š

My gift to you is desolation

Desecration upon the Earth

A taste of toxic genocide

on the wild side … of a planet

being plundered to death

Against me you have

but one sure weapon

the name of Jesus Christ

The panacea to my agenda

The author of creation

who holds it all together

God’s visible manifestation

The pure expression

of true divinity

His word like a sword

gives me the cold turkey

and gets me on the run

In Christ


is your best defence

But please . . .

don’t tell anyone

๐Ÿ™ˆ ๐Ÿ™‰ ๐Ÿ™Š

Words & Images:
David B. Redpath ยฉ 2020

“Understanding does not cure evil,
but it is a definite help, inasmuch as
one can cope with a comprehensible
~ Carl Jung

“Look out your window, baby,
there’s a scene you’d like to catch
The band is playing “Dixie”,
a man got his hand outstretched.
Could be the Fuhrer.
Could be the local priest.
You know sometimes Satan
… he comes as a man of peace.”

“Democracy don’t rule the world.
You better get that in your head.
This world is ruled by violence.
But I guess that’s better left unsaid.”
~ Bob Dylan

“Never give up. Never give in.
Keep the faith. Keep your eyes
on the prize.”
~ John Lewis (Baptist Minister)

“Blessed are the peacemakers, for
they will be called children of God.”

โ€œMy kingdom is not of this world.”
~ Jesus Christ

Image #63 ~ by Multiple Michael


78 thoughts on “F-fluence”

      1. I know right? So much angst in the world right now. It is like living in a nightmare. It reminded me a little of that old Billy Joel song โ€œ We didnโ€™t start the fireโ€ only everything has quadrupled in its intensity since that was written ๐Ÿ˜• I really like your work ๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿ‘ โ˜ฎ๏ธ โœŒ๏ธ

        Liked by 1 person

      2. One of my two favourite Billy Joel
        songs, along with ‘Piano Man’ ๐ŸŽน
        Thanks for the vote of confidence,
        Christine ๐Ÿ™ Your kind words are
        music ๐ŸŽถ to my ears ๐Ÿ‘‚
        It was with some trepidation that
        I uploaded this last posting ๐Ÿค” ๐Ÿ•ถ๏ธ

        Liked by 1 person

      1. You’re welcome David….
        Quite acidic โœจ

        Hey FYI, I have sent you an invitation to re-follow my blog. There has been some glitches with notifications. So I had to “remove you”. Pls check your mail & accept the invite if you would still like to follow my blog. Alternatively, you may click on “Follow” button in your WP reader or visit my site (navinspoems.com) & hit follow Navin’s poems ๐Ÿ™

        Liked by 1 person

  1. I dreamt myself a boxer in the night, willing some man or angel or demon guide my hands for a fight. Blessingway now to see the fortuna of your dark-bright. Words can’t say much now… but thanks for the light.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Thanks for catching the caravan๐Ÿช
      Lia. I’m stumbling to the nearest
      oasis โ›ฒ (or is it a mirage?) lost in
      the dry Sierra. The stars are coming
      out โญ In the clearing stands the
      poet, and a boxer by trade, seeking
      out the poorer quarters where the
      ragged people hang out ๐Ÿ˜Ž

      Liked by 1 person

    1. Greatly appreciated, Elle ๐Ÿ™ ๐Ÿ’›
      That hairy gorilla ๐Ÿฆ
      swinging about
      on the state of empire
      will sooner or later
      fall off that golden tower โฌ‡๏ธ
      for a roasting taste of hell fire ๐Ÿ”ฅ

      Liked by 1 person

    1. In the corner of memory
      of Moody Blues lyrics
      you’ve reminded me ๐Ÿ™๐Ÿ˜Ž

      Ride, ride my see-saw,
      Take this place
      On this trip
      Just for me.
      My world is spinning around,
      Everything is lost that I found.
      People run, come ride with me,
      Let’s find another place that’s free.
      Ride, ride my see-saw,
      Take this place
      On this trip
      Just for me.

      Be it sight, sound,
      the smell, the touch.
      There’s something,
      Inside that we need so much,
      The sight of a touch,
      or the scent of a sound,
      Or the strength of an Oak
      with roots deep in the ground.
      The wonder of flowers,
      to be covered, and then to burst up,
      Thru tarmack, to the sun again,
      Or to fly to the sun
      without burning a wing,
      To lie in the meadow
      and hear the grass sing,
      To have all these things
      in our memories hoard,
      And to use them,
      To help us,
      To find…

      Why do we never get an answer
      When we’re knocking at the door
      With a thousand million questions
      About hate and death and war?
      ‘Cause when we stop
      and look around us
      There is nothing that we need
      In a world of persecution
      That is burning in its greed

      ~ The Moody Blues

      Liked by 1 person

      1. Can’t complain, Basilike.
        I’ve actually never been
        so flat out busy.
        Staying safe ๐Ÿ’›

        “Stake my future
        on a hell of a past
        Looks like tomorrow
        is a coming on fast
        Ain’t complaining
        about what I got
        Seen better times
        but who has not
        Silvio silver and gold
        Won’t buy back the beat
        of a heart grown cold
        Silvio I gotta go
        Find out something
        only dead men know”

        ~ Bob Dylan

        Liked by 1 person

    1. I like to save the best till last, NZ.
      I always leave dessert ๐Ÿฆ๐Ÿง๐Ÿฐ
      till just before bed ๐Ÿ›Œ ๐Ÿ’ค
      as that sugar rush โฌ†๏ธ
      goes straight to my head ๐Ÿ˜Ž

      Liked by 1 person

    1. Pat, you’ve just reminded me
      of a Roger Miller ditty
      with which many might agree …

      ๐ŸŽถ”Dang me, dang me.
      They oughta take a rope
      and hang me.
      High from the highest tree. ๐ŸŽถ
      Woman, would you weep for me?”


      1. LOL! I never heard that one before. Though I do remember Roger Miller. That made me laugh out loud…. And for the record I don’t agree with those who would agree๐Ÿ˜Š. Now I’m off to Google to check that one out๐Ÿ˜Š


        Liked by 1 person

  2. Lyrics which rap. Amazing work.
    The quote by Bob Dylan is perfect. I love that quote.
    Hopping on the space craft to travel to another planet, have thought about this a lot. ๐Ÿ˜Š

    Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: