Don’t care whom it ravages:
this land was always Thine.
Circle wagons, shoot all savages,
and things are (once more) fine.
The Swaggarts, Bakkers and Miscaviges
will soon be judenrein.
For far too long we’ve been contrite.
The best of cleaners scours.
We’re gonna give them fight or flight
(for far too long, they’ve gotten flowers).
There’s nothing wrong with being white:
or claiming what is ours.
Remember when Strom Thurman ruled?
A time when men were men.
For decades we’ve been wrongly schooled:
the sword subdues the pen.
Though King and Evers had us fooled,
we don’t get fooled again.
America was always mean,
until we lost our way.
The atom bomb, the mud marine –
Pacific equals prey.
You’re eighteen? With an A-15
you’ll always get your way.
We don’t need Confucian.
We’ve got Roger Stone.
Disregard the Constitution –
we’ll do this on our own.
Clear Catullus? Lucid Lucian?
Our wisdom is home-grown.
We bow, but only to our owners:
faceless, taxless, they:
they’re so rich, they give us boners:
they never leave LA:
we worship them. They’re known as donors:
we gave the store away.
to the revy grain
when you looked M t E
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and walked
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i lived in the spaces
so tightly squeezed
Where we the ird
are never Scene
end.
Life without airliners
return to a less traveled past
A mere delusion no more
Life without social media
unthinkable?
No idle chimera in cyber-war
But I would never betray you!
Winston Smith found
~ That no man's true-blue
when growing up
getting to stay up
the tv's day ended
an on screen flag
waved as the anthem
played and then
white noise which
soothed me always
sounding like an ocean
then a time came to pass
that that wasn't enough
they not we wanted more
the waves no longer hit the shore
just hate added with more
negativity deplorably
we cleansed the house
by burning sage the day
the garbage truck took
away the television
happily to say
my son
can
see
clearer
Before the Inauguration
the man must divest himself
of his stocks and bonds
close every hotel he owns
lay off hundreds of employees
so they have time to hitch
a ride to Washington and sell
red caps for his inauguration
to make America grate again.
Donal Mahoney
When eye was eating my serial this mourning
Aye red the hole rules four the contest
Eye sore it inn black and white
It was plane for all two sea
The sponsor said wee CAN make miss steaks
Butt too me this practise isn’t write,
Nun are aloud, they are usually band
Yule have guest its throne me off coarse
Ewe awl no wee kneed too right perfect poetry
How can wee expect two win
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Weave always bean tolled Anne error can't bee maid
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May bee I knead a lessen how too rite inn the write tents two
Tell me strait, do my versus make any scents too ewe?
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up through the sewer into the street
nice little window
could see what i missed
the bustle of shoed feet
a purposeful din
as they kicked about the puddles
pretty ladies in sequin dresses
constricted by a velvet shawl
at the heel of a good man
a rich one
he kicked me a drink
that was the finest day
of my life
this is such a plus in my life....all these talented new friends..where souls are
bared, and laughter shared....and you've all cared.....how I dared....my mind
compared, to someone who sweared, that he was fared amongst those who
blared, their trumpets snared, in time now squared. Ya didn't expect it ta' make
sense, now, did ya?
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