Vultures clutch cappuccinos and half-baked opinions
perched on cafe chairs like royalty,
sipping judgement with foam art
The beaks rip reputations before the croissants
and in between gluten-free hypocrisy.
Consumption is domination
in this brunch obsessed theater of civility.
The catching up is a hunt
and even vultures are on menu.
His building plans as seen on zoom
Resemble an old Pharoah’s tomb
Though Epstein is dead
Jeffrey's king-sized bed
Makes a grand stage for Trump's ballroom
Poem 3
Illusion of Practical Thinking
Some fake intellectuals are mocking books by saying that books won't help practical life,
But on the other hand they're decreasing their brain's capacity by social media,
Practical Thinking is not bad but it's an illusion that social media and video games create practical Thinking,
On the reverse they blunt the sharpness of brain,
And make our lives worst,
Those who don't believe can compare their brain's efficiency after reading books and after scrolling social media themselves.
Poem 3
Illusion of Practical Thinking
Some fake intellectuals are mocking books by saying that books won't help practical life,
But on the other hand they're decreasing their brain's capacity by social media,
Practical Thinking is not bad but it's an illusion that social media and video games create practical Thinking,
On the reverse they blunt the sharpness of brain,
And make our lives worst,
Those who don't believe can compare their brain's efficiency after reading books and after scrolling social media themselves.
They said love gives you butterflies in stomach
I had caffeinated elephants doing parkour.
They said you either fall or rise in love,
I slipped on a banana peel and faceplanted.
They said love sweeps you off your feet,
I got entangled in emotional quicksand.
They said love is blind.
Mine wore thick rimmed glasses.
They said love is a flame,
Mine was a raging wildfire.
They said love is forever.
Mine came with a countdown timer.
They said love conquers all.
Mine surrendered after one awkward dinner.
My love story wasn't a fairy tale; it was Aesop's fable.
With wild-hearted beasts and nail marks on the table.
~ Based on the song, "What Did You Learn in School
Today?" written by Tom Paxton; popularized by
Pete Seeger ~
What did you learn in school today, son
What did they teach in school
I learned how to protest my country, Dad
They taught me that violence pays
What class did you learn that in, my son
Do you remember the teacher’s name
I learned that in Geometry, Dad
And my teacher’s Mr. Uppin Flames
Why you leaving the house now, son
Not ‘til your homework’s done
My assignment’s to attend a protest rally
Hey, Dad ~ Can I borrow your gun
Oh, what did you learn in school today
What did the teacher say
I learned how to protest the US of A
My teacher said violence pays
Ten gentle reminders for a fragile numbskull:
1. I have permission to be asinine, unconstrained. Meaning, impractical, fantasy-driven, shameless.
2. I will wile away time and be carefree, I will lick my wounds and self-indulge. I will be hard to watch.
3. There will be chaos on my plate and in my guts, and I will not do the laundry or clean the toilet.
4. Hair will be disheveled, both my face and dress pockmarked, there will be no cologne or makeup.
5. I will not read or write, I will not learn or grow. I will splash in the shallow waters of a small puddle.
6. Payments, made on time, to keep the dopamine and serotonin flowing as my heart still beats.
7. Breaking schedules, contracts, and engagements I don't like or change my mind about bc y not.
8. I make things work sometimes because I was a gifted child but it didn't work out. Bad luck.
9. I am better off than I should be given all that's happened, but it doesn't matter. Mad luck.
10. What’s the point? None, so nothing is in vain. See #1 for reference and reminder, you fragile numbskull.
can only start near end
remember let touch send
text tow wind knot unkind
several almost always blind
sans sanctions dubious doubt
say mean like when what shout
carries sharing showing how
onward fast firm never bow
talking points pants unknown
leaves most places all alone
random rules ruin rights rot
cools unnerves calms hits spot
late early loose worm kills bird
silent talks sounds rarely heard
wonder if of out with not who
plays things spams let capture you
good spear into through core
trembles minds hearts bodies more
remembers few less censored
fragments fails points scored
Young Bartholomew Trout
had his brain taken out;
with it in he felt pain
empathy and humane
felt compassion and kind
for the rest of mankind;
with it out, he was cold
and so easy controlled.
Now a head without brain
you would think be insane
but he went to good schools
with some similar fools;
quickly rose to the top
with a clippity clop.
Started stirring a crowd
with his speeches so loud;
“see the man with no brain
he will lead us and reign”
said the folk with blue hair
plus the odd millionaire,
and new people in town
who did not see the clown.
Now, because of all them
he became the PM;
told us all how to think
or be thrown in the clink
for it’s thinking’s the crime.
That’s the end of my rhyme.
Distanced I Dis connect
Disconsolate enuii
I flick the screen alive
strangers flood my space
they disparage what I use
push their disposable trash
I dismiss the ploys they use
their flashing light displays
the blur of too much choice
disturbed by airbrushed smiles
all those disjointed claims
I distrust their AI games
disquietened by false charm
my silence disconcerts
so they offer me a deal-
who needs a talking broom
disgruntled and dismayed
to have them in my house
distracted by their noise
and always fake discounts
their loud discordant gush.
True highbrows can't hear commoner's pleas
Stuck sitting on their swanky settees
Status fades as affluence recedes
I'd prefer pink orchids if you please
Elitists applaud wealthy reprise
Fake posers deceive masses with ease
Think that they deserve all that they seize
So send purple orchids if you please
Fools imagine themselves on marquees
Those who would toss it all to the breeze
Who can't see the forest for the trees
Bring me more red red orchids if you please
Cultures erode when no one agrees
Innocence shrinks slowly by degrees
Fairness appears a tawdry tease
I sigh for white orchids if you please
Feel for the needy brought to their knees
My selfish world of ten thousand mes
Flowers fail as empty pleasantries
Making these moments mere niceties
You can fool some of the people all of the time, and all the people some of the time, but you can’t fool all the people all of the time—Lincoln
Truth’s a slow lumbering giant
As his fools remain compliant
Lies bite and scurry
To a clueless jury
Nurtured to be spoiled and defiant
I underwent osmosis
to get rid of halitosis
Developed a psychosis
frightening neurosis
Signed up for group-hypnosis
just got a diagnosis
Downing meds with garlic juice
made my breath atrocious
Six plus three is eight
School is really great
Two plus five is nine
It’s never been this fine
One times one is four
My teacher I adore
Math comes to me so easily
~ Why’d I get a ‘B’
given my unconventional views
I listen to what I choose
donkeys braying, horses neighing
they’ve really got me swaying
to their thunderous declarations of dissonance
~ compared to 'the news,’ what’s the difference
Specific Types of Satire Poems
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caricature, mockery, sarcasm, irony, skit, wit, spoof, banter, parody, burlesque, lampoon, travesty, takeoff, witticism, put on, raillery, persiflage, pasquinade, causticity, lampoonery, squib, chaffing, play on, send up,