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The Big Bang Theory Is A Terrible Show
Jeff Klepper

Boys it is time to listen up–

Much has changed since Jesus took that sip from that Cup

We have rules, we have games —

We have socio-economic problems, we have shame

But, don’t get upset, don’t bat an eye

Don’t fidget with your cross, you still will die

Don’t expect an explanation, don’t expect a severance package

Just squeeze that stress ball and pray to your local bank of trust

Because the world has not changed, no, you see, we were wrong

And the world is just a function of a Bang that happened to go along

Hollow N’ In-between
Jeff Klepper

Present the tide and I will follow with objections to pride

I lick the salt from my lips each day while nature concocts its next genocide

Falling in love is like falling into a rare gems prescience then forgetting its brilliance–

I sometimes recall when my brain did not contain such fury

But so it goes with young men, with sudden gusts of lively instability

Cure my mind with your drugs, cure my heart with all the letters in the alphabet

And I will try my best not to laugh when you inject my veins with that sour milk

Let us not forget there is more to this than that circular ignorance

Love is just a broken promise to mans own ambivalence

God Said No, And So You Rebelled
Jeff Klepper

The Almighty Has a lot to Say:

Oh, boy you better not be gay
Or have a taste for blood

Because I have retribution in the form of a flood

But I am good with figurative language and you better figure I have your best interests in mind

Not that I have any sense or know the definition of the word kind

Now do not jump to conclusions and accuse me of the newest forms of atrocity
I am holy enough to guide my angels into war and bring them back with scarcity

Let us not judge the holy for the holy are wholly rounded up
And we can snow like wolves till we remember why I put you here

But than again I never meant to instill fear
I just get so upset when you question absolute truth
Without concrete Proof

October
Jeff Klepper

The cold is back
The winds do stir

The method is maddening, madness is her

Devils populate where they do best
Deep inside of each woman’s welcoming breast

The blood is ice
The veins are hard

We have arrived at this semi-sweet post-modern boneyard

Banshee’s dance in the fogs heavy cough
As we inch closer to our looming undercroft

Idle misty moons
Misery’s melted eye
Reminds the soul to breathe
Just before we die

The Tune
Jeff Klepper

All that I love
I lose
So much for that European Cruise.
That obscene expenditure on my pocket book.
O. This is nothing new.

It might of hurt more with some banter,

or some recourse.

I am stuck here pretending–

I am alright with the let down

and reoccurring remorse.

Those bills are my bliss.

And again I am amiss.

Short Musings From Separate Days
Jeff Klepper

We compare objects because we cannot compare our thoughts
We kill one another because we refuse to accept the plots

No longer do we try to justify, the subservient beings we have become, we choose to overlook it and credit it to our sense of loss

It really could not be clearer, that there is no rhyme to make
That will set us apart from one another, and forgive God for his mistake

Sunset Over Manhattan: Marry The One You Shove
Jeff Klepper

It has become more than clear that gargoyles do stop the spirits
And we all know there are scarier things than omnipresent gonifs
Let it be known that the dead are forever allowed to kiss the wind
While the present propose such preposterous thoughts and kill their kin
It is a response to a life filled with toxic thoughts bought by religious lies
And when we empty out our homes to move into where we die
That is when the weirdness consumes the whole of the ordeal
But we will thank our friends who listened to our babble
And hate our parents that much for their input they shoved down our throats

And even when the sand is bronzing in the sun, we can recall the look of something real
God is nothing new, so remember, if you have thought it, it surely has no appeal

1 ( One) ; Parts to the Millions
Jeff Klepper

I killed God, I did him in, the lies, after all, he is just mans sin
The dream that caused this unholy dividend –

The captured presence, the release of the malevolent
We are the stain on the sleeve of the human campaign

The worst is yet to come and, I, oh, I saw this conundrum
We are beast with hands that manipulate the lands

We will cease to be again there is no cease to thee
The pretense to the free, we are what we will never be

The heroine and the fiend, the clever are dying things

Milton’s Eulogy For the Other Mans Man
Jeff Klepper

This constancy called life, just repetition, claim a wife
Forge ahead, collect cash, commit to one, and than dash
She lived above you, for some time, you cherished her, in rhyme
The rent gets paid on time, your life savings is gone, just fine

Months go by,you work, the world grows bitter, you work
The air gets blistery, and cold, your arms get limp, and old
The kids grow up, you die, their children hate you, you wonder why
Death feels nice you think, never better, don’t have to blink

This is the pattern, we are taught, to love and render, newly bought
Pass away the time, with modern love– be mine