Lemon Demon - The Satirist's Love Song
Our love is a great work of satire
A subtle critique
Postmodern, a mocking masterpiece
Right up there with the Greek
I've been satirizing ever since
The first day we met
Our love is a great work of satire
That you just didn't get
Every time we kissed
It was right up there with Swift
Red roses and champagne
It was right up there with Twain
Our love is my personal soapbox now
A sarcastic affair
Exploding with irony and burlesque
Right up there with Voltaire
I meant not single tender word
That I ever said
Our love is a great work of satire
That flew over your head
Flew over your head
Written by: Lemon Demon
Album: View-Monster
Released: 2008
#Monday
#MoonDay
#reflection
#illusion
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**static saints**
weird ones gather where sameness rots
magic leaks through the floorboards
no permission slip required
signal comes in
signal goes out
both hands full, neither holding tight
heart flickers like faulty neon sign
but it's warm anyway
punk doesn't burn bright—it smoulders
glow-in-the-dark bones
remember the dance when lights go dead
everybody got a radio somewhere
most just forget how to turn it on
twist the knob crackle hum
there—*that* frequency—your name in the noise
frequencies laugh at your history
ride the wire like stray cat on fence
jump windowsill
drop into open palm
land soft as confession
smile breaks through unasked
truth rarely knocks first
outsider folk don't need invitation
they bring their own electricity
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#flow
#Ka0Z
SMI²LE
> SELF-DEPRECATION
>
> They taught you to laugh at yourself before anyone else could. Clever. Now you hold the copyright on your own flaws.
>
> Fine — until you notice you've handed out the ammunition and kept the gun.
>
> The English made an art of it because the floor never fell away beneath them. The rest of us got a coping strategy and a diagnosis.
>
> But here's the trick nobody teaches: mockery of the self is a banishing. You cannot hold a pompous posture while taking the piss out of yourself. Laughter dissolves the assembly faster than any ritual.
>
> So do it deliberately. Not as armour. As solvent.
>
> Hod heckles Netzach. Let it. Just don't let the intellect heckle forever — eventually Tiphereth has to stand up and say something true.
>
>#KaOZ
#reflection
#Mysticynism
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**Op-ed opener**
> There is a peculiar British genius for self-mockery, and it has been mistaken for humility for far too long. Watch who does it. The man who can call himself a fool and still keep the house, the title, the seat at the table — he loses nothing. The joke is a luxury good, and he wears it well. Now watch who copies him. The office junior, the benefits claimant, the bloke at the bus stop explaining his own life as a punchline before anyone else gets the chance. Same joke, different ledger. One is manners. The other is pre-emptive surrender.
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> We have been told this is healthy. That laughing at yourself is emotional maturity, a sign of good boundaries and low ego. What we have actually built is a culture in which self-contempt is the only permitted form of honesty — the single confession you can make without consequences, because you made it first.
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to dream a dream on
16 june
a dream i dream of
wandering
Through a Dublin of
Ulysses
and the spirit of
Joyce
Guiding...
Me
without
a
woman
i am
nothing.
with
a
woman,
i am
infinite!
#nostr