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Reformulation of sin

Reformulation of sin
Homeocentrism combatant
Sociopathy redefinition
Is for Intellect palatable

Apparently imposure of sin
Kills source collective the bias
Care you don't have to bear
Of neither the sides of compliance 

Rules parts of humans invent 
May not valid be for evaluation
Mortal the thus very sin
Is imposing your limitation

No one you are to demand 
Sets of your wrongly conditions
Thus no naive stupid banned
Reason for real renditions

No rule exist to demand 
Account for their opinion
Unless lethal targeter this
Compares the vote via dominion

The price of equality mass
Is mentally full degradation
That's why we those deny
We up for the double negation

Irrational mess we clean up
We strive for the logic brilliance
The sense Constitution conveys 
We guard judging words, Philly, Ness

This Lochness is fine the Ness
She is not some kind of mess
She is crispy like the chip
She lives very very deep

Iguana Orangutan
NATO backwards is OTAN
And the bat does guano
Kate does says all that NO NO


// Inspired y my favorite poem 
A Tale of the  Thirteenth floor  by Ogden Nash

PRESIDENT TRUMP - YOU CANNOT BE SERIOUS PART 2

A penguin said to a grey seal
“ Trumps tariffs they cannot be real,
Cos there’s nowt here but poo
Turds pooped by me by you
He’s welcome to give THAT a feel”

Seal pondered then said, “That Trump guy
Is trouble, I’m not gonna lie
He may be the POTUS
But he’s hoodwinked all voters
To thinking that penguins can fly”

“Trumps tariffs are a real disgrace
Perhaps you should blast into space
Fly down to the White House
When you spot Trump the louse
Poop guano on his orange face”

Morning Reading

Reading fridge magnets; surprised how interesting,
the world is when stamped into rubber decals.

Rome, Ankara, both Buda and Pest.
Watching a colorful rolling diorama,
pictographs tumbling over a flat white-scape.
Images recalling airport loudspeakers,
beeping taxi cabs and swaying camels.

I nod at a graphic depiction of a flight of pelicans,
bombing Florida,
imagine Sarasota sheltering under torrents of guano.

There is a decal from Mongolia, the magnet reads:
“Welcome to sunny Ulan Bator!" China is reduced to a
bowl of rice with dragons swooping for crumbs
much like London pidgins.

The Roman colosseum nudges Egyptian pyramids,
old lovers, slowly crumbling away.

I don’t see one for Ohio; maybe they only sell them
in Michigan…for target practice.
The fridge is a travel guide for those that sip morning coffee,
and wonder should they even get dressed today.

Tear It Apart

Go on break its heart, don't be shy, ask it why
was it said in that way and not another?
Or maybe why the hell you even said that anyway?
A poem enters a boxing ring
gets beaten up, yet in the end
the loser is a winner,
the pummeling has changed its shape.
A seagull poops on your head,
kind of funny, everyone grins.
An eighteen-wheeler jackknives,
no one is hurt, poop does not kill,
but you're a poet, some kind of genius,
so you write about slippery bird guano
on a wet road,
a truck hydroplaning,
cars bursting into flames,
a trucker dying of colon cancer
long after that fatal accident.
Misery and joy must be manipulated
then handcuffed together.
You publish the deranged thing -
your mistake,
it's just another aberration of your nervous system.
Then you wait for some wiseass
to tear it apart,
and it serves you right.

The Flies and the Bees

The Flies and the Bees

The sun has risen and set; another season has been resolved
and many acts of aggression that might never be absolved
No podium will be awarded for the deletion of kick the can
Unfortunately, we all now see, the true measure of that man

There are bees and there are flies, both buzz around the skirt
The bees work hard for honey, but the flies just love the dirt
Bees help pollinate, they make our world thrive and grow
Flies are filthy creatures that crave and lust for guano

Bees are essential for life, without them we all would die
Unfortunately, that’s not the case for the nasty little fly
The bee is well respected and works to save our land
The fly is just a nuisance, so keep your swatter close at hand.

Feeding Frenzy

The brighter colors are the first to go
as everything first fades to shades of grey
then eventually, to black or white.

Valid reasons come down to yes or no
then questioning to whom it is I pray;
while saying you are wrong and they are right.

Soon, the media put on their game show
feeding biased images day on day
to fan the flames of some unwanted fight.

The bleeding hearts come out with feelings faux
"We're on the side of right," they loudly bray.
Unless, of course, the mood swings overnight.

Soon, milling crowds with placards start to grow
authored, with many worthless things to say.
A self-backslapping, partying campsite.

Among this growing pile of bull guano
the ugly truth of war is cast away
unless it's in a big news anchor's sight.

Deadicated Verse To Jan Allison At the Dung Diners Club

AT THE DUNG DINERS’ CLUB-

Dung beetles them there beetles ;
That feed on feces;
 Some species of dung beetles;
Ooh! Yum just love that feces from all the species;

Can bury dung 250 times their own mass;
 In one night those dungs love to not pass;
 Also known as rollers, roll dung into round balls,
 Which are used as a food source please pass the more;

Or breeding chambers;
Animal dung used for fertilizing lands and lawns so bitter;
Dung muck droppings, ordure guano;
Cowpats, cow chips, horse apples;
	Compost, excrement, mulch maul
	Buffalo chips, cow chips, Heee haw!
	Cow plop's, meadow muffins, BM, Oh? crap;
	
	Defecation, discharge;
	Excrement, fecal matter, waste;
	
	Feces feculence flux
	Go to the bathroom, stool, number two
	
	
	Poop the night soil
	Swwhh,!  ooh the airs so fowl
Egesta evacuations body waste
Says them there dung beetles give it a taste
Guess them dung is dung eating ya? Make haste(Oooh yum yah!)




7/19/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
DEADICATED VERSE TO Jan Allison AT THE DUNG DINERS CLUB

Night Light Heads Out of Sight

It was not right to inflict or incite
The light of the blue bats on this pretty night.

Quite a stretch to ignore the creature’s dire plight,
Would they fight us for their guano? Some just might!

Wound into a tight blue ball, they were imposingly tight, 
They illuminated the bell tower at a ridiculously precarious height.

With a helpful nod, I used my flashlight to shine on them bright.
They moved as a unit toward the atmosphere’s light, then out of sight.

The One Percent

the world is made up 
of 99% guano and 1% of other matter 
neither time, climate change, nor especially man 
will change the original recipe
or matter

Worm

In dark rock-cleft with guano splats,
There dangle many thousand bats.
A lowly worm evolves therein
And in bat flesh begins thriving.

Now man arrives for bats to eat,
For hungry poor, some tasty meat.
And so our worm transfers to man,
Thus species barrier now it span.

For little worm this is good news,
As further afield then it moves.
Now clever worm it gets a ride
When in long-haul man it does hide

To depart from the Orient
And widely spread in Occident,
Then many folk start feeling ill,
As lowly worm begins to kill.

Perhaps a lesson man now learn.
Don’t underestimate that worm,
For sometimes it will disappear
To change its guise and reappear.

Have Some Delicious Dip

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!

A Magnificent Place

Earth is a magnificent place,
a blue marble spinning in space.
It hosts stretches of ice and snow,
jungles, forests, mountains, grasslands,
oxbow rivers and burning sands.
Along with rain, wind, hail, and snow
Earth has glaciers, rivers of ice,
that cap its polls not once, but twice.
And white water, whose untamed flow
carves out gorges and canyon walls;
creating effervescent falls
tumbling down to the rocks below.

Earth is a magnificent place,
where seasons change at Nature's pace.
At Dusk, twinkling stars start to show
while wolves and bears roam the Badlands;
and birds and snakes stock the Wetlands.
From caves to a niche or grotto,
bats live in the planet's bowels;
alongside the burrowing owls
and cockroaches eating guano.
The Earth is a spinning blue orb
where there is so much to absorb;
from the mega to the micro.

Earth is home to the human race
and we've no other place to go:
so let's protect it, just in case.

Dung Excreta-Ala Poop Dejour-

Crap dung excrement;
Discharged BM;
Defecation discharge fecal matter;
~
Wasted number two;
Deuce feculence faces manure;
Poop muck droppings ordure;
~
Guano guand cowpats
Dung know


4/26/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr  2020

Freedom of a Bat

nocturnal clicking
flying spirited and free
tiny guano drops

The Leaf Has Fallen

THE LEAF HAS FALLEN

From its highest beauty place,
The sunrise and the sunset, nothing was missing,
Light rains, warm airs, indeed there was no gales,
How did you fall?

From being cured,
The love and the joy, fighting not,
Time, space, certainly there was no ignorance,
Why did you fall?

The season came, immediately strong wind blows you away,
Burning sun forays, in due cause you shrank,
Heavy rain parted us, instantly you were on the ground,
Don’t you think the soil will erode?

Be there for a while, sooner or later you’ll be my guano,
Deep down, through my roots you’ll become my leaf again.

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