Yes, I am a hick from a hick town
where people look out for each other.
a town where people chip in money
for baby showers, weddings, funerals or a kid who needs shoes
a hick town where everyone knows everybody else’s story
where we are not afraid to eat a stranger’s baked goods
or give a hitchhiker a ride
we still have quilting bees and autumn festivals
I am from a hick town where people raise money to send a teen to England
We gather with our tractors and combines to help a farmer who is laid up
for if he does not get his crop in, he is financially sunk
Yes, I am a hick from a hick town
where people look out for each other
and proud of it
10 April 2025 1:08 PM
The sky is crying
Humanity is dieing
Giving way to transhumanist enslavement
Through mind altering entertainment
Cyborg glory can be yours a body that won't die
Just let them change your DNA and believe their every lie
Diseases and overcrowding the preach from every nation and mountain
Shortage of food and public housing climate change all lies from their poisonous fountain
Get your mrna shot it's the only chance man has got
Look here look there fear everything but our boiling pot
Soon the useless eaters will all be dead
And the usefull will have our chip in their head
Then satan will stand where he should not
Declaring himself as the one and only god
But his reign will be short lived
His chains are forged the pit lay open with its waiting lid
Yeshuas Kingdom of a thousand years
Will ensure that His gospel reaches every ear
Then satan will roam for a short while more
Then the weeds that spring up with him will be burned
And new heaven and earth God will make
And forever we'll live with Him where sin never again will wake
The Future as Irony
If we try to look ahead, say ten years when ex-president Trump sits in a cell in Arizona sent by Elon Musk, who rules the world and has an army of all-seeing AI officials, people will wonder why Trump lived that long, living on burgers and Pepsi Cola, concluding it is a long-life diet they too must live by to become very old.
They don’t know that Elon Musk, the Titan planted a chip in Trump’s brain to keep him alive showing us he has no hard feelings against the man, who got him sacked in 2025 from a job he had taken delight in because there had been many protests from other wealthy people, who the truth was told about their thieving.
Elon Musk is a remarkable man, he puts on a false beard, puts in old clothes and pretends he is poor, walks into cafés, asks for a burger and coffee, if the staff refuses to serve the poor man food, Elon Musk reviles himself and fire the staff who has to beg for food to survive as a moral lesson, the chart-savvy people applauded him
A spot on my shirt-cuff
a stain on a bathmat
In the back closet, a pile of stuff
a litter trail leads to the house cat
A chip in the mirror in the hall
a slight imperfection in the paint on the wall
Occasional drip from the bathroom faucet
Smoke alarm inoperable, ought to toss it
This is where the poet moralizes
sensing how quickly former standards slip …
Ha! Fooled ya! I now embrace compromise
Thanks for reading, pal ~
don’t forget my 25% tip
I've traipsed down a cobble of your path.
If you're ever lost, forgotten or misstep
I'll surely spruce up a room for you.
It'll be on the mundane -humble side
but safe-warm and welcoming
like in a child's sunlit dream.
I can cloak the well-worn floor
with a pattern of your choice.
There'll be no rent (of judgement).
Only a gray shoulder to stain
with the colors of your
desperation and heaviness.
We'll whisper of the misty past
untangle the present and its jaggedness
pan the gold from the slag of tomorrow.
I'll gently lay a patch upon
that blue chip in your heart
for I love you immensely
you can stay forever if you wish
dear heart
Carbon human lives address, express ideas? debate caress'
All mammals made of carbon too' walk and live some are; confined to zoo's, a manmade place to observe
And gather; revenue in that preserve' yet now a human
Zoo is planned, with vax and chip in many lands, maybe
Worming ? with casteration.? A tax on living? The new
Sensation' your footprint eyeprint, what you may eat.? this
To be called utopia' do you find it neat? One great big zoo
Where you'll be learned, to accept without question or
You will; be spurned.' Oh what releif.' At least a choice.! To
Stand in reality, the only recourse' free will; free thought i'd
Rather choose.' than plastic inhumanity's ill fitting shoes.'
So scorn and scoff, threaten of death.' I'll stand and fight
For my right to the breadth, and the height; also the depth
Of Gods creation, all its richness its behests, in a universe
That has no end! what say you reader? What thoughts
Impend.?
its ffeels good to be free
be what you like to be
have all kinds of friends
its not a sin
free to chip in
make life a better placee
good to meet a newfaces
not let be just dream
thats what
FREEDOM MEANS
CONSPRACY THEORY
You say no-one can tell you what to do;
You are not wearing a mask.
You talk about your human rights
But what about mine I ask.
Nobody’s vaccinating you;
It’s all a conspiracy.
They’ll inject a micro-chip in you
So they’ll always know where you ‘ll be.
But if you refuse to wear a mask,
And won’t have the injection,
Just keep well away from me,
I don’t want to risk infection
You say nobody landed on the moon;
It was all an elaborate hoax,
Filmed in a disused warehouse
With a couple of actor blokes.
You probably think the earth is flat
And believe the scientists lied.
So why don’t you take a trip to the edge
And throw yourself over the side?
18th December 2021
King Size Bull Crap Poetry Contest
Sponsor - Charles Messina
A crack in the crystal
A chip in the china
maladroitly mishandled
Is there not a certain beauty
to their blemish
Something fascinating in their flaws
Standing out among the others
with a tale to tell
Scars are stories
Engaging epics
There is poetry in imperfection
A sensational sonnet
in my reflection
Why folks want to control me
To execute power really
Is it their complex inferiority?
Or a trait of insecurity
Micro managing and acute eye
Provokes me to quit and bye
Stuff-less folks with ego huge
Mission-less minds, morals loose
Always engrossed in protecting
Their chairs in a way irritating
Actual vision never comes in
As the top dogs selfishly chip in
When I become the steward real
To enjoy ultimate power and zeal..!!
Come have some delicious guano dip the new neighbor said.
Inviting us to her lavish table, outside by the shed.
We were reluctant knowing what guano is.
Fluffy green dip was set up by chips and pop fizz.
It’s guacamole dip! With relief I said.
Neighbor grinned. Let’s get your family fed!
My snooty children would not try it because they thought…
I was bat and seabird excrement as they ought.
It’s delicious! I said, dipping my chip in so thick.
“MOM!” Said my daughter with disdain. “You really are sick!”
Their preconceived notions closed them up to the notion.
Of devouring this wonderful dip on this day by the ocean.
Ah, I said, as I munched terrific salty chips by the sea.
They can be prissy. There is more guacamole dip for me!
Anyone who still does not believe,
that an RFID conspiracy,
is being planned and implemented currently,
to implant a chip in everybody,
hasn't done extensive research apparently,
because they are all way too frightened to even possibly conceive,
of such a deceitful act as being a reality,
so they just go on with their lives of comfortable complacency,
referring to those aware, who are attempting to enlighten everybody,
as paranoid, mentally ill or tin foil hat wearing crazies,..
.. either that or they are trolls,
government moles,
planted to discredit whistle blowers attempting to inform everybody,
and discourage the unenlightened from researching freely.
Across these plains and past our homes.
Bricks, mortar, sticks and stones.
New awaits and old departs.
Frustration, loneliness and broken hearts.
The peace and quiet and comfort keep.
We’re stuck inside and left to sleep.
The rich and powerful they plot some more.
Carma waits to even the score.
Fauci and Gates, vaccines they quote.
Even now their pockets bloat.
World wide and forced to take.
Come to my door for heaven’s sake.
No chip in my arm or tattoo dot.
Pride and patience, is what I’ve got.
Don’t force your thoughts, we have freedom and rights.
A boot in your butt will bring new heights.
How long do you let a co-worker go around with a potato chip in their nose?
Probably depends on how she has treated you and how much you like her I suppose.
Seriously, do you let it go on for a couple of minutes or a week or two or three?
What if she had been nasty to you in particular, do you let it fall steadily to her knee?
What if she is your best friend, and you see it hanging out of her left nostril? What do you do?
For goodness sakes, Rosemary, you are wearing a potato chip in Nostril Number Two!
Surveillance cameras do not bug me
Facebook controls but I get it for free
Google knows my best hits
But what gets on my ****
The chip in my brain out of warranty
30th July 2019
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