The sinking sun is now undone,
the sky is fading red
and shadows prowl neath cloak and cowl
for midnight lies ahead.
Beyond the heap, the honchos sleep
with bloated bellies fed;
for, yes indeed, no one's in need,
at least, that's what they've said.
Amongst the ones that hunger shuns,
in day's retreating tread,
are spiders black ensnaring snacks
while spinning silken thread.
But as it stands, in conquered lands
a famine reigns instead
where kids at noon, collapse and swoon
on stones they call a bed.
With aching eyes they fantasize
and dream of gingerbread,
and after while, they wake and smile,
now dining with the dead.
Omniflage honchos disguise what they are.
An entourage won't arrive in electric cars.
The soul of our country is divided by scars.
Spun Mirage Verbiage from Decoupage stars.
Lumberhead puppets splinter society.
Knowing they subvert morality.
Playing truth or dare with frivolity.
Wholly exposing their dishonesty.
The leaders of free speech.
Alas, whose speech indeed.
When truth is viewed as crime.
In the Abyss of Lies.
A glamourous madame.
Prattled much Pablum.
Many feel she's plum out of charm.
Mirage Verbiage from these Decoupage Stars.
Always be considerate, 'dude, despite' your ‘manly mieN'.
What do I mean by mien? It’s how you look - your imagE;
There is no way, a guy has to be a “rude or crude” felloW.
“Playing the fool, portraying cool” is ‘really rather ridiculouS'.
No one - family, girls, honchos - appreciates a show-ofF.
With “flair, dare to care” for others, being the 'humble herO',
giving ‘people points, putting’ them first. That is way cooleR.
Instead of ‘always achieving attention,’ by skillful plottinG,
‘turn thoughts, talk and tasks to’ focus on others, not yoU.
Females, gals, hearken, it’s true for all teens absolutelY.
Angle the spotlight ‘on others often' and find selflessnesS.
September 3, 2022
Sponsor Joseph May
Contest Name The A's Have It
This was an contest entry. Look for examples of 'alliteration', "internal rhyme", abc order and end letter acrostic in this piece.
“Do you know who I am?” he cried
When showing up too late
To board his flight; Montana police
Were summoned to the gate.
United workers would not budge
Despite repeated threats
To call the corporate honchos,
Thinking they’d express regrets.
Instead, Ted Cruz was booked again
For later in the day
And lucky for us all
Entitlement was kept at bay.
I'm nobody
Just a guy with a job
But I take it seriously ... very
Security clearance, eye scans, palm prints, the whole nine
The big shots? The head honchos and shoulder stars?
They don't even know my name, or care to
But they count on me, you see ...
Depend on me like the sun and NATO rounds
"IT Specialist" is the job description
Can't tell you how many laughs I've squeezed out of THAT one
I'm just a desk schlub - a screen, mouse, and keyboard are my tools
Oh, that little mouse - the holy havoc hell she's raised!
I call her "Suzie", ('cause she's choosy)
She is one sexy beeyatch, let me tell you ... with an attitude
One hexed flex of the index, and she rules the world
Targets vaporized with efficiency and haste
From here-to-Raqqa to Kingdom Come
Problems, paranoias, terrorists, non-essential marks, collateral ... poof!
With just the wag of Suzie's cute little tail
She loves her job ... I mean, she takes real pleasure in it
Me? I take it seriously, but just for the pay
I don't take it home with me
'Cause I'm nobody ...
Just a guy with a job.
In spite of my years, still hummin' 'tween the ears
Not as well but breezin' till my breath disappears
If I'd known as a youngster
Would've pressed that buzzer
Saving the head honchos much moolah all these years
saw the cover of
a magazine while
waiting in the grocery
checkout line that
revealed to me, a
citizen of the cesspool,
that mr. tom cruise
HAS BEEN ALONE
FOR_______(insert
whatever amount of
time that said smut
writer thinks is enough
to get people to read
said trash), as if one man
in the world being alone
is grounds for a few
magazine covers
(think of the money spent),
not to mention
that to seriously believe
that the most famous
spokesperson for
scientology, would be
alone for even a few
seconds, if he did not want
it,
is simply ludicrous.
tommy cruise is
tommy cruise &
there are women & men
out there that will want
to **** the daylights out
of him until the day he
dies,
so to think that because
the head honchos in
the organization are
taking a little longer to
find him a proper
wife that will sign on
the dotted line to be
contractually wedded to
him,
that he would
EVER
EVER
EVER
be alone in the same
manner that a
non-tommy cruise
might,
is
****ing insane.
stop weeping for him
america.
The sinking sun is now undone,
the sky is fading red
and shadows prowl neath cloak and cowl
for midnight lies ahead.
Beyond the heap, the honchos sleep
with bloated bellies fed;
for, yes indeed, no one's in need,
at least, that's what they've said.
Amongst the ones that hunger shuns,
in day's retreating tread,
are spiders black ensnaring snacks
while spinning silken thread.
But as it stands, in conquered lands
a famine reigns instead
where kids at noon, collapse and swoon
on stones they call a bed.
With aching eyes they fantasize
and dream of gingerbread,
and after while, they wake and smile,
now dining with the dead.
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