Episode 9 : Deception, Dishonesty and Humanoids
Liars and masters of deception are all among us.
in our houses of worship,
in our Horoscope sections of The Daily Fuckery,
at our dead-end jobs,
on our Instagrams and Twitter timelines
at our family reunions
in our beds
and even within ourselves.
Some have mastered the art of deception by way of spirituality and
Gurus, mediums and psychics hunting down their thin-skinned prey and feasting upon their vulnerability like wolves
benevolent pimps dressed like homeless wizards, bribing their prospective whores with kinetic quackery and perpetually-dangerous positivity
and leading them into crystal warehouses to get fucked for a hefty fee
“breathe in the spirit, breathe out my $150-per-hour”
bullshitting you and clinging on to your desperation.
You need to connect with the deceased sister who you forgot to hug before she accidentally drove into a tree,
or the boyfriend whose suicide you ain’t see coming because he smelled of sex and polished wood and cherry blunt wraps.
astrologers pen generalized personality assessments for those who are uncomfortable with having zero control.
they know that celestial objects have no bearing on your life whatsoever
but their gluttonous egos need you to look to them for guidance
they’ve the so-called power to tell you about your Sun in Pisces,
and your Moon in Aquarius,
but forgot to forewarn you about your Breast In Cancer.
then; the hopeless and beautiful womenfools on IG fishing for Instant Gratification
snaps of her, posing near cerulean riverbeds in Dubai, captioned with cryptic drivel, like ‘Live, Laugh, Love’
you cry because the picture
and her body
you log off
and then she cries before kneeling
the smelly member
of the middle-aged, overweight businessman who flew her there
but she’s been careful enough to crop out any signs of him
showing you nothing but bikini bottoms
and light condensation
forming on the sides of champagne glasses.
we move on to the pastors and the reverends
shouting massa’s words at discomfited worshippers
preaching scripture whilst screwing their friend’s wives and using little boy’s anuses for release
using scripture to bend their followers into visionless submission
cracking verses like leather whips on the small of their backs and spines
they buckle down and shout,
“Hallelujah, God is Good”
he tells them.
while collecting bits of dashed hopes that appear in the form of loose change and crumpled dollar bills
he sells them a dream
every Sunday at 10am.
deceit is everywhere.
in your employee handbooks,
in the lies your partner tells you in order to spare your feelings
on the roofs of your parents’ mouths,
and in your holy books that claim to possess the true moral code.
and we deceive ourselves too.
refusing to face hard truths,
hiding behind self-serving polished versions of Eastern Buddhism
and inspirational quotes on Tumblr.
easier to say “peace and blessings”
than it is to acknowledge loneliness and a dependence on Mary Jane
we coddle ourselves with cognitive dissonance,
maybe we tell ourselves a little white lie to to excuse our emotional spending habit or to maintain social clout,
feigning politeness at department stores when we’d rather slice throats,
projecting make-believe internet identities on microblogging platforms,
telling people we are from Puerto-Rico when we are really from North Carolina
maybe we’re all magicians in costumes -
faces painted with the fibs
and benevolent fables
which may or may not help others feel nice.
and perhaps we lie
because the truth is a rough place to land
and those little lies feel much softer than beds of stone.