Cheshire Cat Syndrome…

With Acknowledgements to “Puck”

Merry Unbirthday to us, we are so gifted and blessed

With burdens of heady spaciness whenever overstressed,

Depressed, overzealous or even feeling our best,

When we’re happy and laughing until sore we might add,

Or is it until people think that we’re mad?

Please stop staring!! That always brings on hysterical fits

When you all clench up your ass cheeks. We don’t give two shits.

Object permanence dictates your disdain still exists

Whether you shut your eyes or clench your fists

So please continue providing our rib hurting sessions.

It really does help when those incredulous expressions

Just come out of nowhere and decompress our brain,

But if you need reassurance, perhaps its best to explain

That if you must feed us animals, please adhere to four rules,

Protocol if you will, and be assured that these tools

Apply to all people, not just misinformed fools,

And that hopefully one day will be required reading in schools…

Defcon Lithium; calm yourself, it’s a beautiful day.

The subject is easily approached and then go on your way,

Or have a laugh and a smoke, feel free to stay and play

In a safe, risk-free manner as the psych witch doctors say…

Defcon Clozapine; buckle up, bitches! Oh, you dun poked a bear!

But it’s cool! Feed us honey!! Let every picnic basket beware!!

Did you bring your headache pills, and do you have enough to share?

Because trust us, it only gets worse unless you have humor and flair!

Defcon 5150; Do NOT approach the glass!

Do NOT engage in conversation because that could mean your ass!

We’ve no misgivings using your head like we’re teaching Play Doh Class…

Now would you sign this non-disclosure for whatever comes to pass?

Defcon Oh God Us No; To any and all concerned,

If it comes to this, it’s obvious our lessons weren’t learned.

Our personalities weren’t chosen, they were hieroglyphed and burned

Into our DNA, our every smile, so that whenever the world turned

Our Cheshire Cat will prance, our Mad Hatter will dance,

And your every side glance will be seen as a chance

For frivolity, levity, deviousness, every penchant previously stated.

Its glorious moments like this I’m going to miss being unmedicated…

Ronald Garcia Orrantia

12 December 2024

Two Bags of Ice and a Rocky Horror Reference

Or

“One From the Vaults,” With further acknowledgements to Puck

Yes, you have to get up, ignore the blanket, singing sweetly.

“No don’t go, I’m warm and cozy, No one knows you like me.

You know what’s out there waiting, annoyances and frustrations!”

Ah but you must get up, my son.

Fuck you, sunlight, you’re forgetting I’m nocturnal, Annoyance #1,

And society won’t allow us work time medicinal fun,

Frustration #1, THANKS A TON!

So, if perseverance prescriptions are required, I give you “Puck’s personal preference,”

Which is two bags of ice, and a Rocky Horror reference,

The ice is for each temple to more easily decompress

The pounding, screaming and ever building stress

Of the inane, the boring and relentlessly mundane.

And might I further recommend anesthesia for pulling the teeth

Out of mouths that never shut up

As if they know your journey, know your dreams, the eyes in the oubliette,

How the laughter you need so much keeps your hands and feet moving?

The synapses racing so instead you’re not pacing

Back and forth like the wolf that growls inside just before it starts chasing

So, you employ the Rocky reference and push on instead,

Because what could possibly go wrong with Meatloaf in your head?

Ronald Garcia Orrantia

21 January 2025

With Gratitude to Puck and my Witch Doctor

Or

“Fuckilarity”

Ignore the laughing hobgoblin, she’s a little overzealous

When Fuckilarity occurs, so be patient, don’t be jealous…

We finally found a bit of time for some harmless karmic games…

No, we haven’t forgotten you. You’re still on our list of names…

So, bring a plus one, our supporting cast son, whomever it may be,

Judgmental jerk confirmed, now please follow Puck, while she barely suppresses her glee

As she takes your names and skippingly sits you down to dine

While my Witch Doctor and I watch as he takes notes, and we design

How many strings can we pull when we know how you all connive

Against all of us ADHD puppies. You conspire and contrive

To keep us either leashed and chained or force feed us “reality” pills,

Not knowing our resentments only escalate our thrills…

So, when she takes your “order,” please know she’s reading your mind,

Understands more than she says when she smiles and responds in kind.

And just so there’s no misunderstandings or confusions whatsoever

My Witch Doctor, Puck and I have gone into business together!

For example, we baked these pastries just for you,

Fresh from our kitchen, piping hot and bitchin’!

And yes, we’ve made enough for two…

You liked your meal and would like to pass your compliments on to Puck?

Did I mention she’s also the Chef? It’s her specialty, you’re in luck!

They’re called “Eat Shit Flavored Fuck You Cakes,”

Oh where are you going now for Christ’s sake?

HEY WITCH DOCTOR! COUCH QUESTION! Does that confirm some sick ass shit?

Because if so, bring on more skull sessions, we may need to sit a bit…

Ronald Garcia Orrantia

4 February 2025

My Re-education

Or

Puck’s Revenge

Witch Doctor! Updates on the Hobgoblin!

That arrogant little shit actually sent me to school!!

And my assignment? Danish movies and bipolar directors,

Fellow puppy music and far too many other reflectors

Of descriptions too familiar and experiences too well owned

And a Machiavellian Mind Fuck because NEVER watch them stoned!

So clarify, you impish hobgoblin! Who ended up teaching who?

I wasn’t pulling thoughts out of your head for

You to airdrop them into mine!!!

Yet wasn’t muse and inspiration always the design?

And since it’s such fun, let the Fuckilarity shine!

And again why is it that the so claimed “normal” always seem

To share the same mindset and they unanimously scream

Against the inevitable when hyenas can’t be controlled

And they hit the panic button, hence their story is told:

“Oh, no, NO, HELL NO! THEY’RE BOTH IN THE STORE!

DIDN’T SOMEONE INSTALL THAT ALARM SYSTEM FOR WHENEVER THEY WALK THROUGH THE DOOR??”

Ronald Garcia Orrantia

23 February 2025

It’s an Ass Cream on my Toothbrush Day

With acknowledgements to Puck

“That glory never shall his wrath or might extort from me…”

Milton…

Sweet ancient Gods, hobgoblin, almost enduring that taste…

Not even Folgers could market that flavor.

But before anyone throws another vexing fit

For reading this entry, shall we prepare them a bit?

Especially since we’ve both had to eat breathe and shit

Abnormality since birth and were groomed from the wombs

To walk such a journey until deep in our tombs…

But since we seem to pen to paper create everything that we contemplate,

converse, co-conspire and generally relate

everything our brains spew and serve it up on a plate,

Let the haters understand, or retreat to their holes,

Bury their heads in the sand and pray for their souls

Because whether permitted or not, even if it causes sorrow

We were like this for years and still will be tomorrow.

Pick an ovary to choke on, or find someone’s patience to borrow,

Hide behind that self-righteous dogma ever so empty and hollow

Should they find us “too much all the time,” bombarding their brains,

Ripping apart their delusions and feasting on what remains,

Because our stories aren’t over, neither pain nor joy finished.

Our strength, resolve and fire won’t be extinguished or diminished.

Bring your persecutions fed by intolerance and fear

After your many attempts at subjugation, year after year.

We may be battered and broken, but sure as shit not beaten…

;

Ronald Garcia Orrantia

21 March 2025