Best Lackeys Poems

The White House harbors an orange traitor
Benedict Donald, science-hater
He never met a fact
He didn't try to whack
This prick puts the 'dick' in Dictator!

The obtuse ogre of petty poses
Has imposed on the City of Roses
His troops of lackeys
In unmarked khakis
Masking free speech with tear gas and...

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The middle class here can't be saved
When 0.001% act so depraved
Their wealth without end
These royals* still pretend
Did not come from us—their 
enslaved**


*The Royals: CEOs, Banksters, Revolving Door Regulators, The FED, Congressmen for sale, Lobbyists, Board Members of Big Corporations, Major Shareholders who vote for these...

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LEAST WE FORGET THE GIRLS’ KILLING CRY
(Apropos The Boko Haram Girls)

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We no longer hear
the screams of the young girls
nor the whimpering
of their little brothers—
nor the echoes of falling tears
of...

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You slithering obsession;
You creeping vine, wrapped round progressive centuries,
Til kings and rebels and dreaming men
Become as lackeys,
Following your trailing, withered leaves.

You visit men in midst of night.
Your comely form mirrors fates unbidden to light of day.
Rise up - - oh Men!
But you, sheathed in shimmering...

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We the People Have Been Jaded
By Franklin Price
10/24/2015

We the people have been jaded
By the current happenings
Though the Constitution says it
We are not in charge of things

Takes millions of dollars
To try to even run
If you cannot get the cash
Before you've started you are done

It's rumored that...

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This is my modern English translation of a French poem by Voltaire, one of my all-time favorite writers. The poem is followed by two translations of epigrams by Voltaire.

Les Vous et Les Tu (“You, then and now”)
by Voltaire
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Phyllis, whatever became...

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The Nuclear Issue. 
 There they sit the high and mighty
And their lackeys it is serious
Business, who can have them and
Who cannot have them. 

How important they are these
People who dare not think or whisper
About the elephant in the room, yet
It sits there glaring for...

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LEAST WE FORGET THE GIRLS’ KILLING CRY
(Apropos The Boko Haram Girls)

I no longer hear
the screams of the young girls
nor the whimpering
of their little brothers—
only the echoes of falling tears
of grieving widowed mothers
and the muffled shhees
to new born babes—

How much longer
must I awake
to another morning
I wish...

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Just Now, I Started To Feel...
All Stopped Up With Writer's Block

Thus lack any idea about
     what to type out until aye
reach the end, and
     even then cannot
     make any promises (promises -
 ...

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when one thinks about the truth go's  down the cave of are 
 love are called angular rivers across the 
landscape of the resistance
we know
 the existence of happiness is not an impulse in
 yourself or a mourning of 
the absolute risk with the...
...

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WAS THE LORD'S WILL TO KILL?
The following is an accurate account, 
Recounted verbatim and voiced by a machine that brings down a lot of trusting fools
A dissertation delivered by this dude who was just following the rules 
one of Osama Bin Ladin’s largely loyal lackeys
Flunkies...

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On the cyber-stallion 
of military might,

           against the backdrop 
           of missiles, a fearsome sight,

          ...

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I Came To the Medina
Looking for my Palestina
Baby my Baby 
Where are you?
Still under the rubbles?
Still alive my Diva 
Oh my Devina!

The Highways robbers,
The snitch, the pimps of the Dollar, 
And of the Shekel,
Still abusing the little 
Ballerina,

But she defied them all,
And she is still...

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Astride his cyber-stallion of hi-tech military might,
   against the backdrop of missile silos, he's a fearsome sight,
      the Commander-in-Chief, so huge, malevolently looming,
         smirking at seared carcasses,  grinning and...

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Stephanus Marcus Book I
Canto2
Verses 4 and 5

The hunting parties ride in teams of three.
Each force has falcon trained in cage for prey.
Groups make a wager paying needed fee,
pot goes to winner by the close of day.
Sir Cedric rides a mare a handsome bay,
this knight was...

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