An eye for an eye
A lie for a truth
A song for a sigh
A note for a groove
A line for a page
A pen for some ink
A light for a stage
A show for a drink
An app for an age
A web for a site
A chart for a gage
A gig for a bite
A kiss for a chance
A tongue for a taste
A Duce for a dance
A catch for a phrase
~Billy Hitz~
Watch out for the heron, warned goose named Duce.
When he honks at you his spittle is loose!
How will I know him?
I asked Uncle Jim.
Feathers louder than Canadian Goose!
Goin Narcissist on the Narcissist
Maybe I'm a Masochist
This is What you Wanted
You asked for this
Couldn't Resist
Left to Reminisce
Just End It
The Way I feel is Irrelevant
Negligent
Malevolent
Assist You in My Own Abuse
Let Me Help You Tie The Noose
Nothing Left To Lose
Too Late to Call a Truce
Chunk The Duce
I Swear on God
I Will Survive
I Will Be Fine
I Will Go On
In Spite Of You
Dear Mr. Pound,
Your holiday in Italy
Has besmirched your legacy.
Your Cantos, they plead,
But don’t exonerate,
Not as far as I can see.
Dear Mr. Pound,
Did praise from Hemingway
Whet your narcissistic thirst?
As an ex-pat abroad,
Did you assimilate
What enlightened nations curse?
Dear Mr. Pound,
You made Il Duce smile.
There’s evidence that proves it.
Was your Republic of Utopia
Bi-polar by design?
Or was it simply hubris?
Dear Mr. Pound,
You strain my intellect
With your imagery of life,
And turn my conscience
Hard on itself
With a keen, dissecting knife.
Dear Mr. Pound,
Your lyrics sing to me,
But your politics offend.
You peddled fascist ideology.
If you want my true opinion,
I refuse to condescend.
Wish I could assist the world
to a better place,
Where people shared and people cared
only showing grace.
Though breaks my heart to depart
now too difficult to bare,
The sufferings of others
concerned for their welfare.
See I believe all people have
all above potential,
To do what's great and not to hate
belief that they're all special.
Though what's the use of any duce
when only full of fears and
Speaking words of wisdom
to fall upon deaf ears?
SIMPLE SAM
Simple Sam chewed rubber bands;
Lived in a shelter couldn't afford chewing gum;
Would catch pigeons to eat for meat;
He thought the wings were sweet;
Would pan-handle off the end of the interstate;
Would eat the leaves off the trees like grapes;
Now he'd wash his clothes, body and hair;
By running behind a car in a car wash;
And if all that didn't settle;
He would chase the dogs that chase the cats for an hour;
He had one pair of shoe left foot "All Stars" right foot "KEDS";
At Sunday morning church service was the loudest to say AMEN;
Would stick his hands and head in the window of passing autos;
Yell, spit, scream at you Hey, give me duce or a dollar;
Sticky fingers, licking trees;
Rubs mud on his arthritic knees;
Every time you stand or walk by him;
He'll grip you, squeeze you and hug;
Simple Sam's improvised but he loves the Lord;
He titles his gleanings 10 percent;
Sited by his convictions mercies lent;
Never tired, never bored;
Wakes in the morning in winter covered in snow;
Now you may think you're the man...
Ha!!! ya ain't never met SIMPLE SAM
1/27/18
by James Edward Lee Sr.
Fake News Became Refuse
With Trump we should declare truce;
Ace is so great when do have a duce;
Refused not;
Story bought;
Had made fake news become refuse.
Jim Horn
Mussolini saved Italy
from a possible Nazi conquest,
he saw an alliance with Germany
as an opportunity to avoid
another horrible Holocaust!
This truth was never told
for fear that the Italian people
would have declared
Il Duce the savior of Italy;
wasn't his decision the smartest
choice he had ever made?
Although Mussolini invaded
many countries, he also
did good deeds; women were
fascinated by his charm,
my mom was one of them...
he was the perfect image
of masculinity and also
of obstentious vanity!
Sadly, Mussolini was hanged
upside down in that Milan's public
square; the Americans wanted
him alive, but his voice
was forever silenced by
the revengeful partisans!
Italy never gave him
the credit and the honor
he deserved, but he was
spat on, kicked and
by a vicious crowd!
I am honoring Benito Mussolini
with my ode for his great
leadership despite his errors;
may History remember him
not as a traitor, but as a savior
and a citizen who loved his country!
Written on 7/8/2017
Some compare Trump to Der Fuehrer
But I think that is an error.
With his little pouty faces
And sexist embraces,
It’s far better to say
That Trump is more like Il Duce.
What up cousin, know we haven't spoke in awhile. Ain't **** change, still
serving these hoes with a smile. We don't get to talk anymore and trade war
stories, just sitting in the yard me with my double duce, you with your
forty.parking lot pimpin just don't seem the same, routine... Drive slow blow
the horn bumping Biggie or Kane. Still owe you my life for pulling me out the
car that night, not blood but still brothers even when we argued fuss or fight.
You snatched me up when I was wrong and showed me how to analyze things
another way I know you didn't wanna leave me but sometimes **** be that
way. Mom still be laughing about your jokes, I couldn't stop coughing,
laughing through Newport smoke. Code name Big Sexy with a heart to match,
save me some gin, e@j, uncle Paul I'm sure it's plenty room in the great hall.
Not sure when my ride will be over not sure when I'm gonna take it on in, just
find me when I get there so we can get it in... Miss you Big Brother.
Double duce my can is sweating
ice melts to water
jim beam bottle was covered in dust
up is down pleasure is pain
drunken arrest
a@#hole with unspoken thoughts
hangovers black outs
expendable friends
misguided girls quilt ridden
drunks most vicious animals of all
I look out the window
guy's hanging on corner
slinging nick's
look out's across street
drinking gin and juice
and double duce
screaming red dog
girl's turning trick's
to guy's to get their kick's
police rolling, coke a flowing
young boy's hustling gay's
so they can get their fix
is this a plaque?
Benito Mussolini was known to folks in Italo as Il Duce.
But they became disenchanted and hanged him with a noosey!
He was strung upside down with Clara Petacci his moll!
'Twas an ignominious finale for his closing curtain call!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
What can you do?
when things can't be done,
your running a race that's
already won.
The ace in the hand
hanging loose,
the look in the eye
when known,
you just hold a duce.
What can you do
when things can't be done,
pick up your cards,
cut and run?
What would you do
to heal this pain,
is love always going to be,
for gambler,for the thrill,
or the game?
What's that thang
Thats got my knees all weak
Whats that thang
That makes my toes curl
And whos that guy
That knows just what to say
Because he's got that thang
That pulls me closer everyday
So what's that thang
Thats got my knees all weak
And whats that thang
That makes my toes curl
He's got that thang
That thang called Love
Dedicated to Duce
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