299.
Nakaupo Parin Kahit ‘Di Na Nakaupo
(Gloria Arroyo)
Nakamit pagiging Doktor sa Ekonomika
Propesora bago maging Pangalawang Pangulo
Inulan ng Protesta, niyanig ng kudeta
Subalit pinanatili katatagan ng gobierno.
-12/29/2014
(Dumarao)
*Pinuno Namin sa Panahong Pilak Collection
288.
Hawig ng Hapon
(Jose Laurel)
Nakamtan pagiging Doktor ng Batas Sibil
Umupong Kalihim ng Katarungan bago magkagulo
Sa Hapon napayuko kaya binansagang taksil
Upang maibsan kabagsikan ng amo.
-12/28/2014
(Dumarao)
*Pinuno Namin sa Panahong Tanso Collection
Just skip to the scary part ...
Tricka coniculus
is arriving October soon
Lepus all be aware;
gotta treat the leper fearful ...
whose spotty, fretful poor hearts
can’t stand
to hear more gloom and doom
Triage placebo coping band-aids
are in short supply
Looks like the blood covering the moon
be a mote overshadowing a beam
Nothing is ever,
universally,
type O positive plain as it seems
So don’t ask
the assisting nurse, Igor why
You shrink doktor Victor
know in your parental counseling heart,
without so much as even a sigh ...
it’s gonna be another Frankie boy
signature ritual killing drive-by
Only question is, when: it’s just a matter of time
That Bonnie bad boy
is gonna take his pearl handle
Jekyll-and-Clyde girl
on a Rocky Horror Creepshow death honeymoon
Two cursed lovers riding a witch’s broom
He’s got his ugly bride by his side —
Tricka coniculus
gon trigger a crimson hate blaze
Treat the shock casualties
with a hard-shell sympathetic gaze
Good news seen on a low-tide hide
Bad lepus October moon
rising,
somebody real soon is about to die
Open the book of wars,
tally up the numbers of the dead
Close the doors to the peace talk room,
have no one record what is said
They don’t want you to hear about
the sacrifices that will have to be made
Somebody gotta die for the cause,
so order more body bags til the bill is paid
Leader Man,
go preach the doctrine of death
War Physician,
tell them it’s good for their health
Political Doktor,
sell people bottles of placebo Strangelove
Sadducee Coroner,
Pilate rinse your bloody latex gloves
Close the book on the last war,
most killed in the shortest time did it take
Open the pit to its bottomless core
Lovers of war, strange bedfellows do make —
They who started the nuclear fires,
let them get tossed into the brimstone lake
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