TRUMP GETTING MORE RICH
MAKING IRS HIS
THE OLD BAIT AND SWITCH
I don't know
where iceberg lettuce
winter squash
or snow peas grow
but it seems to me
it's not down there
in Antarctica
where and when it's freezing below
which only goes to show
pointing out if not advising
there's bait and switch in the pitch
and no truth to their advertising
The polling centers and their quillz,
that dating app and it’s whisker bait;
Built for ease and practicality;
Those disenfranchised left envious
seek being heard, seek being seen;
A plethora of marginalized prey;
Bait and switch with empty promises,
the meek never had a chance;
Yet another nasty Catfish left
without a coneflower of absolution.
Fail-safe.
Crap-shoot.
Bait-and-switch.
Luck-of-the-draw.
Matter-of-fact.
More-or-less.
Helter-skelter.
Loosey-goosey.
Honky-tonky.
Wacky-taffy.
Lucky-ducky.
Tight-lipped.
Land-locked.
Turn-key.
Safe-and-sound.
Fail-safe.
3/4/22
They love to sell into the dark end,
where covetous souls
plunge to the bottomless debt deep
Parrot voice chirps got the suicidal siren blasting:
Saying a lifestyle of surfeiting
is an overdrawn bank account pleasure drowning
Pirate eyes cast a silver tongue hook
of bait-and-switch repo
to the blue wails
Underwater mortgage
from a pirate lending shark loan
cause the cash minnows to prey groan
Heavy is the dropped credit anchor pain,
sinking life savings ...
Treasure chest safety net
401k disappearing
Another black pirate patch
cast a hollow gaze
False profits on the rise,
usury rescue in pocket tearing decline
Pirate eyes wink leviathan;
spearing desperate, money hungry short fins
at the bottom feeder end
Purse plunderers sale on the pirate flag
wavy death tide ...
Peering into the empty wallet
abyss dark
Where all false profits
foggy deceit hide
Bourbon street and candy canes two unicorns in disguise,
Nickels for an easy dime,
And a quarter for a rhyme.
Shooting stars and colored moons aces to the heart,
A world through rose tinted glasses,
And dreams left standing gone from the masses.
Take the day out of night and the night out of day,
A different drummer a different song,
And the one-armed bandit takes what's wrong.
A cloak and dagger game of men and mice,
Every bait and switch of hand,
And the piper leads to the promised land.
Variation on a Door's theme
I forge the night
forget the day
Ask your heart
If I love ok
A dead format,
do we subscribe
just a game of
sociocide
No free love
thy bounty gone
in terms of time
all is deep undone
I hide knee-deep
in a tiny shell,
A moment's talk
a tale will tell
Your bait and switch
says steal away
take a number
suffocate away
I liquid languish in a loveless pause
re-missed of feelings, so un-involved
Keep the faith- a loveless cause?
forever dodging, problem solved!
Never a being, sick saturnine,
with dead unyielding
so G damn sublime!
I tell you now, I'm aloneeee;
I tell you ever, I'm me unknown.
(repeat)
All there is, it was to be; all there was was is never me.
I watch the world go fade to black, a nowhere place, no way back.
Amor, you allude like a cloud
To something great
Your name, a promise of Jerusalem
Your exclusive mouth, like water
on my dry lips and deeply vacant chest…
I’ve never touched a cloud
Nor known the inevitable fog
Of falling into you
But now that I know…
You’re not even Tel Aviv to me
Nor San Juan, nor Bayamon
You’re a makeshift castle
A colonizer
Pressing your smooth arms
Tight around my shrugging native heart
At the chance
I offered my hair, my amber perfume
I made my eyes a place to bathe
Your obviously filthy feet
Offhandedly, you spoke of the sea
But all I see- is violence in your city
You spoke of passion as though
It’s synonymous with love
But I see fatherless children
You’re not that man who saves
But the tide which takes me away…
A convincing title
A bait and switch
A hook for virgin lips
And now I’m a bud among weeds
That are due to be cut down
You are among me
Take your shot now
Since I know you shoot me down
Leave me alone, cabron-
You always leave me wanting
And I’m not fighting anymore
I’m dancing on the shore, Puerto Rico
This is my story, here
And la isla sets me free
you have your enemy surrounded.
realise your allie
place a pile of rocks on the door steps of three people who have caused you harm
put a candle in your window for three days
encourage three people you trust with your life to do the same thing
wear red for 9 days straight after
realise your allie, you have your enemy surrounded
indoor fish farming wil end world hunger
the bait and switch here is a catalyst one must eventually change
the shadow doesn't entirely make sense
watching you change from mr superstar to a fly
the bait and switch of oldest tricks
four winds to ride on
heartbroken i will try
to catch you in the rye
Building blocks to talk about
intuition of sickness
the obsession with dirt
becoming the one disguised
take you inside
we eventually might have to see eye to eye
the cold heart of mankinds good intentions
fisher twins
exposing your syndicate
in the gutter
should i stay
and leave you blind
should i go
nevermind
ressurrected lie of what you did
brick by brick
slander the poet
nine worlds in my head
how do they manage to survive
the power of obsession
bringing together the impulsive
an obsession of mine
Leading like minds to their destination
blind leading the blind
tight circles of familiar patterns
they weave
sewing the spiritual seeds
that grow to be refined
just like me
precious substitute for confusion
something about the irony
of level one of how we all belong
sparkle and shine
for the bait and switch
of a village too close to sewage
when the winds twist
reality kicks in
we all have something in common in this scene
the six differences soulbound
the irony of the mutiny of the danced around manipulated
not my fault, im obsessive compulsive
walking with crutches poisoning my mind
delusional of the set up
your just like me
in a room full of excited hushed children not meant to tell secrets
consequences of the children forever
and the ones realising previous thinking
of blindly leading
the obsession of patterns and circles
Ironic
Ironic
Ironic
the bells protected for awards of measuring a man
the bells ring and our prayers
answered
on this soulbound train that rings
when he gets it right
good boy
He will be taken
to a corner of the world
forced to live without
charged with false accusations
enprisoned and doomed
a fate worse than death
no one knows where this jail is
or who he is
or when his final day may be
the sins of the world laid to rest upon saving this one life
blamed for the roots of all evils
from spilling seeds to crookery
detailed
yet location and time a mystery
codes and signs developed
for who knows what
loving the sin and not the sinner
the devil owes thee
and may try to prove his cunning and sly
get out of his end of the bargain
the wool pulled off the wolf
the tag passed
back to the conference
hidden agendas and full blown sabotoge witnessed
the devils fate here misread
blackmailed with
paid to smile in his presence
two sides, bait and switch
thousands accepting bribes
left hand doesn't know what the right hand is doing
lady luck runs out
to give the key to father time
No tugs at his line; it just goes limp
Mighty fisherman feels like a wimp
Looking back at his bait box
Wasn’t prepared for the shock
A gull flew off with one of his shrimp
I was talking to an elderly gent who was fishing from shore in Ormond Beach and this
actually happened as he was giving me "fishing instructions." We had a good laugh watching
the seagull steal the bait!
What a world,I find myself,
stagnant pools in wait engulfs
.....a vortex of negativity
the positive having to face such enmity...
Feeling the need to escape strangulation
surrounded by those whom enforce diminution
evil conspirators against loving transition
....only looking to exchange positions...
Bait and switch of a different kind,
as evil pursuance destroys the mind...
You can't entice this mind of ice
leg locking , vice device stalking
full aware of the ware's your hocking
digging for gold with hook and chisel
i'll put the fizzle in your sizzle
flame you out without a doubt
i'll show you what i'm all about
Think your clever unaware of never
ain't happenin' bytch this losing endeavor
i'll pimp your pimp and then your mother
and then that pimp if he's your other
you read the wrong book now you got took
your chapter and verse will be your hearse
Slow road to lonely , just another trick cloning
the same 'ole shyt and still a phoney
money hugging , cheese grubbing
rat in disquise and o-h I dispise
the way you smile and make your play
believin' your charms will make me stay
Your just the Beast with many mask's
real strength is what you lack
you wait until I turn my back
and then attempt your lame attack
Look me in the eye you Beastly bytch
then we'll play your bait and switch
you outplayed yourself with this game your playing
now you're stuck and you'll be payin'................
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