It’s easy to act like what we see is fiction,
the S.O.S of breaking headlines won’t quit.
That burden of knowledge with no answer,
we’re desperate to unravel the incognito.
The S.O.S of breaking headlines won’t quit
no way to sort through its bloated jargon.
Hard facts shouldn’t need interpretation.
That burden of knowledge with no answer
welcome to where news is whitewashed.
One bait word and everyone’s seeing red.
We’re desperate to unravel the incognito,
illuminate a path of violet violent veritas
bent on reevaluating all that was before.
Too much is enough when one is full up
Had plenty to eat and plenty to sup
When feeling bloated
Tummy’s explosive
Cough loud and say sorry for the hiccup.
If by chance you should have become legless
Aim for the best, to not feeling reckless
It's not ladylike
A sure fated vice
You may find that you have become feckless.
Hey Tom Cunningham, you could help bring Putin down,
Plastic surgery has made him into a legendary clown,
Ridicule him whilst highlighting his inhumanity,
Mock him but telling of his insanity,
Advise him his plastic surgeon should give him a frown
Sleeping through the stress
Soiled in mixed silence
Jotting every joke in justice
Like the lies of lilac
Calling itself clear
But feels like a beauty
Arranged clothes for the weeks job
Just to see souls happy at dusk
Laughing out loud
While remembering their loss as mere thinking
Oh the joys of feeding
I am Bloated
Mr. Racist, Mr. Racist,
fills with hate the empty spaces.
Mr. Racist, Mr. Racist,
of decency he'll leave no traces.
Mr. Fugly, Tubby Racist,
don't know how to tie his laces.
Buggy Nubby, stupid racist,
don't know how to be courageous.
this heart
challenged an ocean
only to beach on a cay
called indifference
now
bloated with ill emotion
no chance of rescue
to tempt karma's brutal swell
would be futile
this heart
dances like a drunken crab
swaying across the bleached sand
stumbling out into the surf
into the nest of an old sea hag
Badly bloated;
Daily devoted;
Silver coated;
Duly noted.
Across water boated;
Ruby throated;
Castle moated;
Around touted;
Poem wroted;
Out pointed;
Available and anointed;
Have been appointed;
Was disjointed.
Jim Horn
New Jersey has a governor
Who wants to rule the land,
But people have a problem
Seeing Christie in command.
It’s not his personality
(Though he thinks he’s all that!)
Or brains or drive or vigor –
It’s the fact that he is fat!
He isn’t slightly overweight
But closer to obese.
His stomach, in his pants, looks like
It’s praying for release.
So recently it was revealed
Some surgery was done,
To hasten weight loss so his image
Voters will not shun.
For presidents today are fit
So when they’re photographed,
They look more like Obama
Than like William Howard Taft.
I’m really not a Christie fan,
(He’d never get my vote)
But he’d look more presidential
If he’d banish all that bloat!
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