Thought the wef types were really slick.? Turns out they promoted starmer; bland as
They come., indeed and no charmer.' Beating up the elderly children and farmers.' Baldrick has now lost his job.' I
Shall not sob..' Is that guy in the dingy in-coming the afore mentioned starmer.?
As Earth revolves in time and space,
We meet the future face-to-face.
While every soul tries to have their day,
Their nemeses try to block their way.
This causes decades when nothing significant happens,
Followed by months when panic and violence happen.
As society’s benign merry go ‘round spins faster around,
Its political operatives start stepping up and down.
What seeds of rancor did the radicals sow?
What was their purpose? Where does one go?
If culture binds our carousel’s spokes together,
Then how to these spokes is society tethered?
After our rogue merry go ‘round grinds to a halt,
People will point their fingers and not accept fault.
And then during months of calamitous chaos,
Thousands will ‘be disappeared’, die, or become lost.
Such Maoist days and Bolshevik nights,
Often lead to unmitigated chaos and fright.
Who amongst us will be cursed or blessed
Once this carousel of chaos comes to rest?
Apperceiving such anarchy makes us ponder,
How we’ll keep afloat once society founders.
Who will heal our emotional loss?
And will they do it at great personal cost?
jambo flowers falls from the red tree
it even resemble as it blooms, bolshevik
the whole street -painted carmine
ps Obsolete form of jambul.
jambo when FLOWERS fall they form a belle red carpet over sidewalks
a Very Common red FRUIT here
Red TREE IS a Green TREE Full OF red jamboes
Dedicated to My Darling Sister, My Punky
Love for my sis makes me like her own Bolshevik
so though I would rather swallow a stranger's lipstick,
I babysat her ground-dweller - her dog - named Limerick.
Once - outside while his wiz-biz defied arithmetic,
I noticed he had one gross fully plump black tick.
All that was nearby were pliers and a yardstick.
When he suddenly rolled over, my reaction was slick -
I grabbed up the pliers and I surely grabbed quick
before thoughts of bloody surgery made me sick.
Limerick was still while I pinched at my gross vic.
I pulled but that slimy tic bugger was too slick.
Over and over, I failed at click, pull and then flick.
When limerick cried out and gave me a tender lick
I called for my husband to join our happy picnic.
He examined Limerick who whined long and thick
then laughed, Honey, he said, you funny lunatic -
You have been pulling at a mole, poor dog has no tick
There was a pirate from Limerick
Who had a hook on a wooden stick
He stole with one hand
Now it’s contraband
Sold by a one-eyed Bolshevik
There are new thoughts
Phoenix rising
from the ashes of the old days
Neo-Amerikan philosophy
is a walk on the Wild West side
Gun-slinging strange love dimensions,
old underground frontiers freshly silo demented
It’s a new pre-emptive day
for old-gen mushroom hippies
Shooting fungi bullets up in the air
from their fissure flower guns
Dropping the mystery day psychedelic H-bombs,
watching the stealth fireworks ...
A winter glow that never fades
Neo-Amerikan philosophy
be assembling
the war hawks around the Oval table
Pass martial law,
no more congressional vote
Democracy got the hanging chad Marx rope
Trumped up national security probable cause
triggers the panic protocol
Giving the impotent Republic voters a Caesar
Apathetic dummy crash
the cracked Liberty Bell experimental car —
no more Philadelphia date freedom
Neo-Amerikan philosophy
Fourth Reich theology
New Bolshevik revised history
Pre-emptive strike,
no more Union loyal dissent
Neo-Amerikan philosophy
be Phoenix rising
Old Egyptian idolatry ways
independently witnessed by
a new summer Fourth of July
nuclear winter plumage blaze
I am stripes on our flag; on a face I show shame.
I'm a river and sea and a cherry and flame.
I'm a cardinal, gore, and a symbol for war,
And a Bolshevik, bulls-eye, and brothel decor.
I'm a bureaucrat's tape and a light where you wait
And a bullfighter's cape and Republican state.
I am Canada's leaf and Japan's rising sun.
I'm a steak ordered rare, and a lobster when done.
I'm two suits that are played, and a failing firm's ink,
And a cross bringing aid, and related to pink.
I'm the Sox loved in Boston and Prynne's scarlet A
And I decorate Christmas and Valentine's Day.
I'm a carpet rolled out or mean danger ahead.
I am Mars and a ruby and rose--I am red.
American Daughters of the Civil War Revolution
are so madly in love with their Bluish-Gray metal sons
Incestuous desires borne of slave tax oppression
Give to Caesar whatever tribute he crown heavy lay on you,
feed three-fifth portions to the hungry publican lions
Let the Den Mother Lying famine devour your children too
Cannibalize every ink spot known self-evident truth,
marginalize any constitutional chains inhibiting your ravenous lust
Another seething pot of baby bones is the Baal proof
Give to Pharaoh whatever gut pyramid schemes he Isis dream,
feed you quarterly lies from the war widow collection plate
The Wall Street church in tea need of another gun barrel beam
Amerikan Sons of the Ruble Con Bolshevik Revolution,
so gluttonly love their daughters’ leather fetish for the holster
Homicidal desires borne of suicidal plantation depression
Oh, you know what I want, I want me a Red Pill Girl
The kind that’s aware of the realities of the world
The kind who’s awake and her mind is unfurled
No sensory deprivation tank for my kind of girl
A self-aware she-babe makes my toes curl
Oh, I’d kinda get bored with a Blue Pill Chick
The kind caked in fake-up three feet thick
The kind who needs me to look smooth and slick
Playing along with her daydream is such Bolshevik
And floating in her pod would make me seasick
Oh, I can’t wait for my life with my Red Pill Hun,
‘Cause she will always be lots of fun
‘Cause she can do cartwheels while firing machine guns
Dodging those enemy bullets one by one
We’ll get white rabbits tattooed right on our buns
Oh, we’ll be so happy together, my Red Pill Wife
She knows that the Matrix is just endless strife
She knows how to fly spaceships and fight with a knife
Our kids’ spinning back kicks will be outta sight
And forever after, we’ll still be pals for life
Oh, my Red Pill Girl, my Red Pill Girl…
3/30/16
Putin rides Russia’s pride
Cheers ring nation wide
Swept along by the tide
No matter, Putin’s stride
Putin derides all global calls
Jeering at the soft flung balls
High on the home-pep of it all
Playing pride before he falls
Before today Putin was creaking
Students raised aside his speaking
Syrian brokering coated his ceiling
Olympic grandeur won a believing
The party swings high on the pep
Unseeing past the next high step
Boozed out to the dawning inept
Recessions pill awaits there, swept
Putin cynically prides pop calls
Crimean homing serving the all
But the gain will pain, come the fall
Come the reality of Putin’s new wall
It’s swallowing will cost his people
Harpooned by his Bolshevik needle
Freedoms put-on by the Putin spiteful
And recession bites like a razer-ball
Putin’s pride, his hoodwinking call
Subterfuge designed for his win all
Knowing oppression awaits cat calls
When pride bites deep... before the fall
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