Bucko The Cat
Cat!
Fatty Bratty
Haunting Sleeping Darting
Claws Whiskers Wasted Rats
Stinking Running Stalking
Putrid Vacate
Scat!
-Gray Squirrel
05-25-2025
Categories:
bucko, life,
Form: Diamante
6/5/22
Underneath the night sky
No more Mr. Nice guy
My my, how time flies
F*** all these white lies
To you it seems out of this world and Sci-Fi
To me it's natural like a hippie wearing tie-dye
Another high tide
Rarely on the sidelines
Hardly feeling likewise
Much to accomplish in a lifetime
Took some tumbles
Held on didn't fumble
No longer puzzled
Disgruntled
I often mumble
Liquor I guzzle
Then smoke some diamonds or sugar, f*** crumble
Around the corner is often trouble
Feathers easily getting ruffled
Leading to a rumble
We'll see who is the king of the jungle
And who is humbled
Go ahead and chuckle
But how quickly you'll struggle
Then buckle
Before seeing double
Me and a bucko
Finished the job with stucco
Just know
Can't afford to be a Dumbo
Need to do it with gusto
House needs to be jumbo
Bank account needs to be Mutumbo
Got to keep it a hundo
Or I'm donzo
Categories:
bucko, dark, deep, life, rap,
Form: Rhyme
sing the lines right
or the paddle will find your bottom!
listen up bucko
the lyric's are for the Missus,
you tryna tell us something?
those bassoons could use a good cleanin
so if the music don't jive with what you're
singing, look's like the main feature
will do the chores of the peasant!
you see: what we're talking about
is perfection, sing the sound
and we go home on time,
you're do it right
whether you like it or not!
Categories:
bucko, hip hop, money, music,
Form: Ballad
THE WHOLE TOWN QUERY
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April 9, 2018 Volume VIIIII section V
Reported by
Ababa Asphirst
Ah dew chi, si? Ah she say ah via! Do cho chi, ah vo coo: del chai si ah co!liken to de new see do. a speak chi, say ah. alband do see ah say she do: aye vi dew chi ah. Best to best, love to love. de aye si, de aye si, love de amore' si pasa. Ababa, query oboe(ist)! whoompa, lumpa boom!
ah, ye si, say love? " no, Mr. Asphirst, si say uh,huh? You know,mi? love si,beso, beso Mr. Asphirst. Alucktwit he Asphirt? No mi spoke in Guboga. "Bad-Bad" Rhinecarte, si, he Asphirst. He Mr. Asseakant, You Asphirst? si! si! She Aslast? I Asphirst! You Nuna lufa, no, no, I Asphirst!
You know Asphirst, You Aseacant.heard mi bucko, you Asseacant!
she Asphirt! So, him explain, You Beso Asphirt, No,no !I Aseacaunt, Beso Asphirst!
Ababa Asphirst
The Town Query
Categories:
bucko, beach, bereavement, betrayal, culture,
Form: Chant Royal
So ya want ta sail, me hearty,
and ya set ta see the world.
Just sign away ya life, Jack,
and stow ya gear forward.
There's room enough in foksel
for the bloomin' likes of you,
we'll put ya right ta work, Jack ,
just as soon as ya met the crew.
Ya take ya orders from the Mate
and give him none ya jaw, Jack.
For if ya do, me bucko, ya'll
feel cat's claws upon ya back!
Ya'll climb the ratlines when he tells ya,
ya'll splice a piece of line,
ya'll swab the decks with effort
and tar the seams in time.
When ya trick is o'er and ya tired some,
we'll give ya grog and hardtack.
Take yaur lime but remember, Jack,
don't be waster in ya sack!
Copyright © Ramfire .
Categories:
bucko, boat,
Form: I do not know?
subtle scare tactic of
western capitalism,
the slip of paper in the mail,
the email directed at you & you
alone,
the collection agency phone call---
it all comes down to frightening &
keeping one at bay,
drilling it into your head that
debt is the path you’ve chosen &
that it has all been your fault
that you were born where you were
born &
that you were raised how you were
raised,
so now, the hope is that
with ensuing debt, you’ll
buckle down &
shut the **** up,
so that one more mouth will be
silent &
one more bank account will be
yearning for a chance to
beg
beg
beg
for a way out of financial
catastrophe,
as if a painful physical death
was somehow
preferable---
this taunting way of threatening
people into submission
does little to provide a calm bit of
sanity for the whole,
rather it leaves the suffering to
wonder,
just what exactly is keeping them
from walking into said collection
agency, said bill collector’s, said
insurance company, etc. &
putting a gun to the head of anyone &
everyone in charge?
hmmm.
better hope the people keep on
blaming the game & not the players
there,
bucko.
Categories:
bucko, life, hope, , western,
Form: Free verse
Whoa!
stop the wagon, bucko
I wanna get off
who invented this
ride goin' nowhere?
no difference 'tween me
and the coach I'm riding
I'm no Cinderella
and it ain't no pumpkin.
we're bumping along together
think I'll crawl, stumble, walk
'stead of riding a passenger
in that safe ol' buggy
anymore
Categories:
bucko, allegory, health, life, recovery
Form: Free verse
don't be sucked in
by the metaphor of one person's war effort
in love's battlefield
desperate for change of social sciences
when stress adds up our minds the first to give
I set the stage for you to elaborate it
take the show of crucifying yourself away
to save me from myself
turn around so i can see that smile
and then we shake hands
to never betray one another with a kiss
Categories:
bucko, introspection, lifemetaphor,
Form: Free verse