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OlDoggers Fractured Fairy Tales
NOT SO LONG AGO...
In a place a few area codes away, there lived
a misanthropic Old Dog
who had come to a monastic realization,
“People ARE Overrated!”
From his more gregarious pup-youth of innocent naivete
for a humanistic expectation of personal friendship,
if not collegial partnership, to this present existence
of a Jeremiahic version of the cynic,
Diogenes of Sinope.
Where he asked, as was Michael Corleone depicted
at the end of Godfather-II,
,
‘Where did it ALL go so wrong, so badly?’;
with my hopes, with the people and the times??
‘‘The Dream for “The Record” foretold it all
That de facto and incidental disaffection
and estrangement of nearly 40 years ago seem
synchronistically prescient as the guiding
‘rods and staff’ which led me through these valleys
of ethical, if not spiritual death; through the
topography of the status and authority of those
on high, but very much so with those in the
pedestrian crab baskets at the daily
ground-zero of mundanity.
Was my present status something other than
a random anecdotal result of ultimately favorable
choices, OR was I like the sword, ‘Excalibur’,
forged through the fires of production from the
raw gregariousness of impish-joy for "the joys"
of my dangerously smug contentment of being a
Jerimaihic Diogenes.
Is this forging a parable and allegory of
warning-challenge-’cautionary tale’ for me who’s
lived to tell this or for those who’ve been
conditioned to the consciousness of the
phenomenology of convenience-’What is good is
that which doesn’t bother my contentment.’
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