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Alain Boucher Poem
I wrote this poem back in 2004, as the U.S. could not find any weapon of mass destruction in Iraq.
The Oil The Call
The Oil The Thirst
Blood Runs First
Oil For Goal
The Oil The Gush
The Oil The Light
Blood Runs Bright
Oil For Us
The Oily Church Claims
In Juice we Trust
And Oil Is Our New Mantra
Bring Grief To Them
Iraq we'll Crush
And Oil Bless America
Rating to be advised
Coming soon at a gas station near you
Copyright © Alain Boucher | Year Posted 2017
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Alain Boucher Poem
Hiroshima was just a flake
Who doesn't like yellowcake?
Hiroshima was just a fluke
Who's afraid of a few nukes?
Hiroshima was costly as can be
Who's betting on world war free?
The case for war was weak
Our insanity was epic
The case for war was lame
A thousand bright suns came
I saw mushrooms bloom
I watched them grow
More than you will ever know
I saw cities of doom
I saw burning skies
I heard babies cry
In a flash our creature was born
In the Pantheon of Gods we belong
Copyright © Alain Boucher | Year Posted 2022
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Alain Boucher Poem
'America the Beautiful' was an uplifting poem written by Katharine Lee Bates in 1895.
I wrote this modern version to reflect on the sorry state of our nation today.
Amerika the Beauty Falls
Land of the guided missiles and home of the misguided policies.
Land of the deep state and home of the shallow politicians.
Home of the deceit, by the few, for the few.
Government of the corrupts, by the corrupts, for the corrupts.
What a country. Amerika! Amerika!
One nation under prescription drugs, FDA approved, with side effects and addiction for all.
One nation under taught, uneducated, with fake and passing grades for all.
One nation under paid, broke, with crushing debt and past due bills for all.
One nation under surveillance, spied, with repression and FEMA camps for all.
And I am being optimistic. Amerika! Amerika!
One sad nation, jailed, with injustice and debtor prisons for all.
One sick nation, brainwashed, with fake news and Russiagate for all.
One scared nation, terrorized, with invented enemies and made up wars for all.
One suicidal nation, overextended, with nuclear weapons and two minutes away from doomsday.
Sadly, I live here. Amerika! Amerika!
Copyright © Alain Boucher | Year Posted 2018
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Alain Boucher Poem
He tweets days and nights,
He tweets while brushing his teeth.
He tweets past midnight,
He tweets before going to sleep.
He tweets at the wheel,
He tweets as he breathes.
Influential and quirky he tweets like chatter,
Merciless and stormy he tweets no matter.
He thinks he is the best at twitting,
Reading him countless are sobbing.
Attacking, denouncing, not thinking twice,
He tweets his guts like almighty advice.
Often he tweets beyond the pale,
Many skeptical of his tales.
If only he would tweet with temperance,
Otherwise 140 characters will be his own sentence.
Copyright © Alain Boucher | Year Posted 2017
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Alain Boucher Poem
E.L.E.
Gain of function?
Fauci says its fiction
So without hesitation
I embrace salvation
First shot
Government mistrust
Big pharma bloodlust
Yet in science I trust
Take the vaccine I must
Second shot
Another jab I allow
Side effects follow
Vaccine in me I know
Makes my blood glow
Third shot
Again they stab my vein
I endure a lancing pain
As clots invade my brain
God I invoke but in vain
Fourth shot
Am I being foolish?
Swimming in a Petri dish
My free will I relinquish
One more dose to finish
Fifth shot
Now and forever
I am a cadaver
E.L.E. : Extinction Level Event!
Copyright © Alain Boucher | Year Posted 2023
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