It's prime time for the new Raj
Facts & acts must just sabotage
All baloney with no camouflage
Racist fascist pacts back in charge
De facto crypto crony arbitrage
With an aristo phony entourage
Ipso facto know who's the sarge
Nige does show pony dressage
Truth and proof will just massage
Aloof uncouth ranter going large
Just pub banter a bit of badinage
Trump leader of hit populist collage
All aboard greedier tech T-Rex barge
Seedier far right sh*t media montage
Vent at the establishment's espionage
Decent and democratic only a mirage
Bet just cover for yet another barrage
To other bigots & despots pay homage
An abhorrent torrent he does sparge
Hilarious no it is nefarious persiflage
Nutter's not butter but cheap marge
Spread thin in the gutter Nige Farage
Cheer there is such a thing as political karma
Sneer as your career fell off a pier Keir Starmer
No panacea clear nadir we jeer at sheer drama
Come forth King of the North such a charmer
Life so rife with strife & won’t make it calmer
But better go getter trend setter & vote farmer
Coup not out of the blue...Andy the embalmer
Outwitting Keir who’s been spitting like a llama
Might not become a peer or knight in armour
Rejection then ejection he’s an election harmer
A phony baloney Tony crony no Barack Obama
More banal bananarama than BBC's panorama
Out of date mate like melon & ham from Parma
Chance of return from exile same as Dalai Lama
Lost to a show pony time for a holiday in Palma
America First has a long history
Over 250 years now
Of resisting the tyranny of kings.
Needless to say, Trump is the obvious face
Of America First,
And yet here he is being called a king.
The irony is those now opposed to MAGA
Would have been opposed to America’s independence
And so called “loyalists” back then.
Loyal to what we might ask?
To the top down power of the monarchy
To the mercantilist crony capitalism of the day
To a status quo that didn’t want anything to change.
Kings like this kind of stability after all,
Not being elected to serve a limited term
They worry about the only way they can be replaced
And that is through death.
But real kings these days are figure heads,
Not doers or even tyrants
But remnants of past glories
Held up to inspire and unite a culture.
Maybe the protests today aren’t really for no kings
As much as not their king.
If they were really honest they’d have just
Had a posthumous crowning ceremony
For their immortal King
Karl of Marx.
(10/18/25)
His cream puffs will fill a crony
But food for have nots is phony
Donald’s a great cook
And serves each poor schnook
Trump steaks—No wait…it’s baloney!
Spine chilling velocity
Willing feverish ferocity
Pollution spilling atrocity
Pushes our buttons
Top billing forging
Fiendish drilling pomposity
Gluttons gorging in the isles of muttons
Coining the term “purloining”
Plunder even here down under
Cast asunder..can hear the thunder
In the proud land of
The long white cloud
Scold from the fold to heal
But won’t listen..do a deal
Gaudy gems appeal..glisten
History sold for pieces of gold
Cower to phoney crony power
Dour Parasites roll the dice
Show pony baloney hour
Off their heads...now divining
Mining our whining sea beds..
Palaver of scour..devour and sour
Splice our shining slice of paradise
Vice rather than stories of glories told
Voraciously gobbling veracity
Audaciously hobbling precocity
Generosity wobbling even in the home
Of lengthy Cumulus Curiosity…
Not being funny
In this Land of Milk & Honey
Won’t kowtow to the cash cow
Getting out of hand
Because the answer forever
Whatever will never ever
Be just money!
If you are neutral in situations of injustice, you have chosen the side of the oppressor – Desmond Tutu
The Trumpet of Parrots
Patriots rally to the trumpet sound,
its blare echoes the lies that bigots breed.
Perched in power, pipers, in pretence gowned,
their hatred spreads, disguised as noble creed.
They stoke the tribal fire in ancient scars,
while hissing hypes to mask the stench of greed.
Their chorus of lies taints Venus and Mars,
who like pawns follow blindly the king’s lead.
Their victims vilified and ridiculed.
Protesters branded as dregs of the state,
by troops of diehards loathsome and unschooled,
As crony capitalists preach their hate.
So, mark the flock that flaps where conscience sleeps:
A nation full of parrots gently weeps.
I'm a single boy with wonderful dreams
Dreams of finding a soulmate matching my wishes
Wishes I formulated from a good morning
Morning to have you forever
Forever until death parts you and me
My fantasy as a boy is not any dream
A dream with my soulmate
Soulmate for me to marry
Marry after a thriving relationship
Relationship with a heavenly angel
Angel and a soulmate to espouse,
Espouse after I've madly befriended you.
You're the love I smell, my unique rose.
Rose and my purposeful confidante.
Confidante for life, good or bad.
That is my dream—to have you
You, as my fitting genotype chum,
Chum, we match behavior and education.
You'll break my singlehood; you're my real crony.
Poem by Mugisho N.
Cry ‘en out
runty Court, corny core
country coon unroot.
Ornery, yet not
your crony too.
Uncute nut
one rut —or
cooter coroner.
Neo coy
Cure concert tune crooner.
Once retro eye toy,
no contour nor couture.
Enter unto none
true outer nurture.
Run or not—
yet outrun no one.
August 8, 2019
Anagrammatic Poem
LOVE BIRDS:
We've come a long way in this journey,
And we're never ending this crony.
We had our dreams,
You had your challenge,
And I had mine.
But you brought the courage,
And it's so fine.
I held you with a kiss,
And you gave me some peace.
I know you already know that,
With faith and strong heart.
And I'm so amazed,
Now that I can see your face.
Though I thought it was the end.
As we broke the fence,
That protects what we've earned.
Making me feel so tensed,
Since I can't move on without you,
And that's so true.
We are best pairs,
Real lovers and trusted friends.
I believe in you,
And I will forever be with you.
HEARTBREAKS:
Drowning in grief,
The ocean that tears beloveds apart.
Where promises are stolen from the eave,
By the thief who cometh busily from afar.
And it feels the end was without beginning,
Whiles the beginning ends without perceiving.
The hurt then shrinks the heart,
Causing its cells to fall flat.
The eyes throws away the beauties.
The mouth brings out the mysteries.
Disappointment then cancels the journey,
In a way seeming so funny.
Whereby love birds deserts crony.
And the disappointed individual's road becomes lonely.
Whilst Fauci was counting the dead
Trump's face turned from orange to red,
"Dear God! Can't you see?
They voted for me!
Take those vaccinated instead!"
This is your life journey
Not always full of cheery
But of course not much bloody
Sometimes you’ll make it correct totally
But sorry! Maybe for once you’ll end up feeling jelly
Oh, no! Are you afraid? Pleading for mercy?
Don’t be my pal; make it right, if it’s easy
Although you can’t, keep in your mind ‘not to worry’
Don’t run backwards, like a fool my crony
Any of us are not totally pure, fulled or shiny
So move on, always think yourself worthy
I’m sure it will be looking for you dearly
That’s it my friend, let it be your Destiny!
Until now, the skies were only blue or gray.
But today, wrathful Cacus set the sky ablaze.
Today, the spectral smoke choked ochre sky mirrors
exploding wildfires unleashed below.
Today the tarnished jaundice sky measures
the crumbling Constitutional edifices,
the raging roving injustice burning
everywhere across the land.
Today as thousands are driven
from their homes, the pestilence
spreads across the land,
killing hundreds of thousands.
Today the sooted grimy sky
reflects the deceitful lawless tyrant,
all his crooked crony stagehands,
his white nationalist army of tormentors,
as their raw sewage floods the rivers and streams
of our theories.
Today this climate rampage
has nothing to do with climate change.
We bask instead in the political climate
of aberrant delusions.
Today this inferno in the sky,
this ceiling of hellfire,
suffocates our oxygen of dreams.
Below, the Constitution provides
kindling for the flames
ingulfing our democracy,
the fuel for our conspiracy wildfire,
our rite of passage
to the underworld.
Published: Dissident Voice 10/18/2020
Another Trump Crony
Seems like must be another Trump crony,
Who always has been a bunch of bologna,
With Ponytail,
Leaving trail,
Or wears horrible hairstyle similar to a Toni.
Jim Horn
Could be Bennett or Martin.
An amigo has accused me of reposting some oldies
What kind of deviant does he think I am, this old crony
I'm respectable as hell
But I do have my spells
When there's no response I just yell “giddy up pony!!!”
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