So many people all together
Not an angry word can be heard
Everyone is getting along fine
But there are a few
They hate some group of innocent people
Feeling that they are right
They start screaming and fighting
Attacking anybody whom they consider lesser life
It could be race or religion
Maybe where they were born
Something just makes them worse than us
Makes their lives totally worthless
Most people do not hate
But it only takes a few assholes
Armed with guns and bombs
And too many are victims
Wounded and murdered in just mere moments
Massacre added to the list
And more families in grief
All because of unnecessary bigotry and hate
And we cannot say stop
© Poem – X/I/MMXXVI
LRET
I'm going to sit this one out,
find a cave,
on a hill to watch from,
maybe a big old oak tree,
just sit under it
lean on its broad trunk,
watch the freak show.
The battle can rage in the valley below.
I don't care who wins,
it will be some rat bastard,
some pimp of a politician.
The White House lawn
will be littered with slain goblins
and elves
Of course, I will honor the memory
of this grim ballyhoo
with a patriotic poem,
I will read it from the balcony
with all the other assholes.
For now though
it seems more important
and more pressing
to shat in the woods.
I am so done with people in this area. They are all so fake and just say anything to get what they want and use you. I have two people in this area that I can honestly call true friends Jeremi and Rod and that's it. I want to move back to Baltimore so badly. But Mom lives here so I won't leave her. But as soon as I have my car I will be making more trips to spend time with my lifelong friends. Real people. I'm the most real person any of these assholes have met. They just don't know they gonna bring the Original Johnny Rancid out and see a side of me that they wish they never met. Salute to all you fake ass friends Suck My Dick!!
War is an ugly word
To many deaths it’s so absurd
Fighting over lives that are not our own
We need to preach the love we were once shown
War is an ugly word
It rips people apart
Do these people honestly know their true reasons to start
War is an ugly word
Stop killing us, it's not fair
It’s time to get on, stop being assholes and learn how to share
MIXING *
A heretic thinks he is progressive,
just because he blasphemes against Christ ...
FUTURE *
He wants to pass on to posterity
thanks to his previous ...
BY BUS OR SUBWAY *
Men can sit
without any embarrassment ...
after all it's not feminist women ...!
WHO'S PHILOSOPHY THE WARS
They advise the right and the left ...
and the assholes applaud ...
WARS
All those voting in favor
will rest on their Yachts ...
POETRY
When poetry loses its essence,
it becomes prose or joke ...
PS * Translation of EPIGRAMS from Barbara Botton (1,2,3)
If only it was easier to search for
truthful partners, not assholes and whores
then maybe love would mean so much more
than finding someone who is a "score".
The pandemic must have been a way
Mother Nature told us we have gone astray
from the path of the righteous - our sins weigh
heavily on the planet at the end of the day.
Is heaven a place where all dogs go?
They are so precious; I guess it must be so
because how could hell contain the glow
of a bulldog, poodle, lab and beagle?
(all dogs are precious)
What if animals could speak to us?
What are the things they will discuss?
Will they be nice or will they cuss
at me once I hop on the school bus?
I want to get rid of my teddy bear.
It hurts to see its wear and tear.
Over the years, it has heard and bear
a lot of my tears, a lot of my prayers.
I fell in love with this one guy
but at the same time, I was quite shy.
This one time on a plane he touched my thigh
I felt the rush of club mile high.
He hasn't responded to my texts since...
maybe my body did not convince?
Thinking of him made my heart wince.
Another ass that I thought was a prince.
She jumps into the fray
Pretending to be witty and bright
Hoping someone will like her
It is her fourth new job in six months
She will probably be hated
There are weird smiles already
And she has not been training for more than an hour
She begins frowning
For it is difficult to smile
When everyone is against you
Is everything all right? Her new boss asks.
His face has turned ugly. He looks older now.
Meaner somehow. She realizes she has not taken her lithium.
I hate you all! She says, running out screaming.
Knowing the assholes will pink slip her.
Because they are flipp'n bullies.
My mama checked my social media
‘cause she is all about her baby boy
She saw my Lamborghini and she said
Man, that boy don’t toy!
I am wear’n my Glock when I come to Sunday dinner
She checks me out and says
Damned boy, can you be any thinner?
Fattens me up, for the kill. In case the cops chase me.
They chase us, you know they do.
They chase us first, assuming we are guilty of something.
I wear my Glock, just in case, between me and you.
Yes that’s my Suburban, my apple dumpling.
You know I’ll protect you with my life.
I have thirty thousand on me, at this second, Baby.
I will not make you my wife,
But I will make you my baby’s mama, maybe.
I’ll kill anyone who tries to hurt you
I have blown away these assholes before.
Just say you’ll be my baby’s mama, Boo.
I am a freak’n rock star in the hood, forever more.
The Cemetery
Children going back from school
and took the quick way through the cemetery.
They stopped by a new dug grave.
One of the children said: who was he?
Oh, just another old *******.
One of the children said.
Since my soul overheard their remark
I forgave them,
The truth is we are all assholes
And our life is mostly without any consequence.
It's no secret that I've got trust issues,
Constantly drying my eyes with tissues,
Always expecting the worst from guys,
Cause all I've ever gotten were lies,
I can be the perfect girl and still I lose,
Cause it's always someone else they choose,
So with every new guy I bring my past,
That must be the reason we never last,
But trusting guys is the hardest thing for me,
When every time its the same **** I see,
Sneaking around like they got something to hide,
Never checking their phone when I'm by their side,
Talking to other girls about our relationship,
Then turning it around on me when I trip,
I tell them something is bothering me bad,
They say I'm crazy and then they get mad,
I've seen the same things from every single guy,
Every word out of their mouth is a big fat lie,
So yeah it's no secret that I have trust issues,
And I'll continue drying my eyes with tissues,
Cause there's probably no good guys out there,
Only players and assholes who will never care.
02-03-2018
If assholes could fly, this place would be an airport
So what's happened recently to cause this retort
It's too gruesome to tell
A fate worse than hell
Someone stole my spaceship which caused a space warp
Why must I suffer this overwhelming depression?
Am I supposed to learn some important lesson?
Guess that's just the way life goes
This world is a barren wasteland where only pain grows
Sure there are moments of warmth between connecting souls
A welcome respite from the masses of assholes
Who believe they have all the answers
The truth is their hate is a cancer
turning God's holy books of instruction
into a reason to cause those who disagree, destruction
I want to make a difference to contribute
but I feel like nothing good left in me to distribute
Except to turn words into verse deeply heartfelt
Even though these feelings get so hot my insides melt
Making it through each day is a struggle
it takes all my energy not to stumble
descending into bottomless darkness
slowly turning into something evil and monstrous
I fight the pull of despair
but really who cares
it's taking all my strength to hold on
I miss you so much, mom
I just want to rest
I'm constantly stressed
is there any hope for me?
will I ever feel free?
Is heaven just a dream?
A lie so we give into societies regime?
I find poetry in the most absurd of ideals and euphemisms, but there are ideas that elude me
The fact of the existence of narcissistic assholes who believe themselves immune in statement
The fact of the existence of evil that goes unpunished when the stick is easily available
The fact of the existence of the most corrupt beings acclaimed as the saintliest ones
The fact of the existence of those who believe in science, but denounce observation
The fact of the existence of hypocrites that can never look in a mirror, lest they be burned
The fact of the existence of those who try to come together to get away from each other
The fact of the existence of disrespect among the privileged to a more privileged
The fact of the existence of stalwart defenders that are in truth attackers and offensive
The fact of the existence of those who will defend these people to seem superiors
but the most eluding fact is a statement made among one who lives among these existences
“Just Live with It”
But I will not
Talking to a stranger today,
We got yakking at the mall,
Waiting for our wives I must say,
The two of us killing time is all.
Now from Texas visiting here
As a conversation we struck,
Till my first thought was I best stay clear
And certain topics I should duck.
I mean as certain states go
Ain't Texas 'bout as red as red can be?
And me well, an old Democrat you know,
Trump and guns I best leave you'll agree.
But I welcomed him to my home town,
About as neutral as Mister Spock
And the two of us worked around,
Engaging solely in small talk.
And very pleasant I must say,
Two guys waiting for their wives,
Till I wished him a good day
And we went on with our lives.
And you know it reminded me again,
Folk are just folk and mostly good souls
And maybe goddamn Fox and CNN,
It's time I turned off the real assholes.
(a response to a provocative post)
Your voyeuristic **** post
Has got me choking on my toast
I should have better things to do
Than commenting on sex and poo
Whilst everybody likes a joke
‘Tis somewhat niche, the **** poke
Night up the alley, hard to see
For those without a front door key
What people do behind closed doors
With wives or husbands, friends or whores
Is up to them when with consent
I question, sir, your post’s intent
We English hide within our castles
No comment when it comes to assholes
Trolling really gets my goat
Fie, sir, flounder in my moat
I hope your banal gasket’s blown
Write what you know and get your own
by Gail
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