Best Bait And Switch Poems
Rancid lemon rope squeeze
around a rotten tomato neck tie,
crooked odor bow hanging out of place
Acid reflux raisin tax bleed;
dripping spoiled, milquetoast lies
out a sour-twisted, prune puckered face
Tart tongue
sulfur speak disorderly,
dirty saliva fingers in the propaganda pie
Such a bowel movement disgrace
Bottom rung
bung opening vault key
Onion groans ... chittering fermented cry
Boot-licking patent leather taste
Smells like government to me,
corrupt as can be
Dung pile of voter promises,
sits atop a pungent idol landfill heap,
swarming with stinking lip flies
Smells just like reeking government gluttony —
O beast behavior ...
swine odor, foul as can be
Swindle spit vapors perfidiously wafting,
kindle the vomit pit
Sewage waste material ash labors fanning,
can you stand the stench of it?
Smells like dead paper figurehead
government to me
Bait-and-switch fishy business ...
close your eyes,
what does your nose see?
Tainted meat polltry speech,
pluck the purse feathers
off the cable perched pigeon bodies
Smells like government
is about to make a putrid, baked-in story
Made up facts ... maggot video feed
Stale, bureaucratic policy hard rolls
warmed over twice
Buttered late with expired date lies
Served with a cloying cup
of steaming sound-byte coffee:
Substitute truth ... false sugary
Toilet swirl coffin cake,
gutter floss the oral cavity
Bad breath vows made,
garbage hope nobody needs
Government smells
like a morgue dog in heat
Very omit cadaver, obit disgusting
Smells like
a pot of burning bones
on a boil
Bottom lip scum
rising to the top
On a truthful breath: Let me tell you,
it stinks an awful lot
Smells like scurvy government to me,
corrupt as base bribery can be
The lobbyist rats are scarfing down
the moldy green government cheese,
so silver spoon tongue greedily
Nothing like some regurgitated split-pea pleas
to hit the decaying belly ballot gastric spot
Can you make a federal case
of this rank-and-foul flatulent republic rot?
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!
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.
The devil done put a new face
on an old sales technique
It's brash, it's bold
It's tricky sweet
But it tastes sour, this maggot treat
He swapped the fresh for the spoiled meat
Had to bait the trap good,
hide the kill switch under the hood
Alternative facts is the new money wood
This new source of energy lies
beneath methane colored skies
Smells kinda putrefied,
smells like somebody died
Fracked up those new found lies
Alternative facts is the new dung
polluting the skies
But you still gotta sell it to the people
as sweet-smelling pecan pies
You gotta know how to
bait the trap good,
hide the kill switch under the hood
Alternative facts is the new money wood
Turning truth into lies
requires filthy lucre ... this has always been understood
Bait and switch,
don't give 'em what they agreed to get
Spoiler alert: this truth-teller is gonna snitch
Those alternative facts being piped into your homes
is gonna make somebody filthy rich
Bait and switch,
don't give 'em what they agreed to get
Give 'em the old landfill reservation trick;
so when you enter your latrine, you better watch where you sit
Check the fine print on the sales agreement,
you'll find you bought yourself a pile of excrement
Historical footnote: The Australian government removed Aborigines, the first natives, from their ancestral lands that was rich w/natural resources such as gold, silver and oil. They placed them in Central Australia on barren ground reservations atop toxic landfills. The American government did similar treatment to Native Americans.
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
He always knew
when he got that return call from you:
The deal was done,
the negotiation was won
Sometimes winning meant a compromise
But the reason he was considered
one of the wireless best;
he never used the bait-and-switch,
he never had to cold call sell phony lies
His marquee marketing style
was upfront real ...
he flatly refused to ever false advertise
He was a gold star salesman,
he was diamond top notch
He was an extraordinary pitch man,
big deals he never botched
He had a velvety voice,
he was smooth baritone charismatic
He was king of the cellular,
he could cut clean through the static
When you stepped into his office,
you knew you were in the presence of royalty
Luxurious furniture made you feel comfy,
walls adorned with awards and plaques
Kings and queens of jazz playing,
allowed you to completely chill and relax
But it was when his cell started ringing,
you got to watch a master work his craft
Seeing deal after deal
after deal getting sealed,
you knew right then that the legend was real
He was a gold star salesman,
he was sapphire top notch
He was an extraordinary pitch man,
big deals he never botched
He had a velvety voice,
he was so laidback cool charismatic
He was king of the sell you lure,
he always cut straight thru the static
Dedicated to my beloved brother Lee
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
And he shall judge among the nations, and shall rebuke many people:
and they shall beat their swords into plowshares,
and their spears into pruninghooks:
nation shall not lift up sword against nation,
neither shall they learn war any more.
Isa 2:4
Trigger foolhardy Second Amendment rebels,
didn’t the pyramid spoilers free speech tell you:
Ain’t no guns permitted in the kingdom of heaven
No bang bang sound of violence will be heard
in the unwalled saintly places
There ain’t gon be no blood splatter seen
on the halo glow angelic faces
It seems the trigger pull allure
is dragging leadbelly, heavy metalheads
to the wavy, bottomless deep
Such a hot, smoking barrel shame —
Bullet refuge don’t Resurrection keep
It’s semi-automatic unwise to trust in trigger safety
Hell bells are ricochet ringing in
the Year of the Zombie Revolver Chambermaids
Unlearnt violators got bait-and-switch gender played
And the idol intoxicating sidearm delusion
is double-pump action misfire wrong
Let the Kevlar armor weak say: “I am strong”
Ain’t no bang bang sound of violence
is ever again gonna be heard
I’m just a meek, born-again eternal optimist ...
who faithfully believe in God’s Word
So go on and secretly stockpile,
if they coin folly care Second Amendment dare
Them gun-toting, war paint rebels
ain’t gon wailing like that melting sight
of brimstone flashes in the cold, darkening air
In the valley of decision,
trigger-happy steel-minded zealots
ain’t gonna give up their ungodly right to bear arms ...
Tho’ a few bleating souls
do chariots of fire spoiler alert tell it
The weak of faith will always trigger say,
Salvation gotta be gun-blazing their way
Even if granted mercy access to the most holy firmament,
they will still trigger choose to remain devil rebel hellbent
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.
See what!
Don’t let a let a lot of
skyjack noise
cloud your IQ vision
Radar babies make sonar decisions
for the latest batch
of tech toys
They be so double blind batty,
making a-plenty penthouse dwellers’
pockets grow beanstalk fatty
Don’t be a mice fool,
and go play
the double blind game of possessions
Don’t be a dull tool,
with no say
Telling ‘em your covetous confessions
20/20
is starting to look a-like
a whole lot of double zero eyes
are getting poked twice
Look-y here ...
Another snooze chump
for beta wave paid
commercial distractions
The new-and-improved
is bank loan made
for your consumer lust satisfaction
Weekly double hump
got those pyramid scheme calculators
seeing a 5th finger
interest double bump
Which is sure to put you in
another repo session
But hey, slaving for glaucoma scraps
is your debt passion
Don’t be a lemming fool,
and cliff fall
for the age-old double blind game of bait-and-switch
Don’t be a pigeon stool,
of rote recall
Every product prototype has a developmental glitch
20/20
is starting to look a-like
a whole lot of double zero eyes
are getting poked twice
20/20
Rearview tinted vision
is seeing a lot of table stake chimps
getting poker played
20/20
Planet of the Apes
is being neo-Babel Tower
glitter blind raised
See whatnot!
20/20
Double blind pursed lip hospice
is being wallet
wink walkie
$o money $ign
nod double-talkie
Who doctored a future paid?
20/20
Little Stevie Wonder mint cane sight-seeing,
bills in the Braille fold
Pirate eye patchy sold —
Fifth finger collection is a guide dog feeling
Double blind vision
looks a-like
Another dim gold brick laid
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'................
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...
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
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
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