Is A Simple
Concept
Deliberately.
Or Maybe Not.
Cross Your Fingers.
-Gray Squirrel
06-13-2026
very clear to me
idiot supports evil
I hope you are not.
does not know the past
nor knowing what was going
nor reading future
bumbling idiot
warms my heart with chocolates
sneezes on roses
some idiot bumped
my new truck....
collecting myself
Compassion for evil
Is hatred for the good
And yet people clamor for unity
With heads buried
In the sand
As day after day
Wave after wave
Washes over
Leaving bodies
Broken, bloodied and bruised
With all life taken
In its rising tide
And ever hateful wake
(12/18/25)
While some are content
to go with the flow
others are compelled to speed up
and overtake wherever they go
perhaps it's a challenge
to the aforementioned latter
altho' not a contest
something's the matter
as how much earlier
do they think they'll arrive
by constantly changing lanes
whenever they drive
or do they feel a need for their car
to be ahead of the pack
rather than stay in their place
at the traffic's far back
whomever they are
something's wrong in the head
for with such mad driving
the sooner they'll end up dead
After all this time
you held my hand
you shoved me away
and came back again
you continued to strike and fill me more and more
the poison you had left me acidic
filled with lust and a bond trauma inspired
you coiled and writhed when i became tired
but in the end i separated the strains
that made you so poisonous in my veins
and free from the poison that you shot into me
i was finally able to see
with every passing second my hatred grew lighter
and i told myself to turn the other cheek
with a new outlook and a burning fire
i moved on while you stayed sour
So take it as is or take it as not
when i broke past a new sight came and i shot my shot
a better friend and lover then you'd ever be
and now I'll never think about you in eternity
He had to be mad
to invade Ukraine
his troops followed orders
they must all be insane
to cross the borders
an unwarranted attack
by a megalomaniac
bombarding innocents
who couldn't fight back
one leader was a comedian
the other is a clown
the former gave us smiles
the latter makes us frown
what do the Russians hope
to achieve or accomplish
by destroying all they covet
leave us alone Ukraine's only wish
and it would be right in the pocket
if Zelenskyy signed a docket
for a galoot in cahoots
who's a-rootin' tootin'
to shoot a stealth rocket
between the ears of the idiot Putin
The Mighty Quinn in the Highlands on Maggie's Farm in an Idiot Wind
What He Didn't Say About Being Famous:
"Just Like The Rest, I Like My Sugar Sweet."
When Quinn The Inuit Gets Here,
We're All Gonna Hafta' Eat.
I "Feel Like A Prisoner In A World Of Mystery."
A Pretty Waitress Knows My Name,
But Wouldn't Vote For Me.
"The National Guard Stands Around His Door."
Every Mag-Pie Makes A Living
While Making Me Make More.
"It's A Wonder We Can Even Feed Ourselves."
But My Lucky Wife In Italy
Died For Mental Health!
Go and gather up the known affiliates.
We're gonna build a village of idiots.
We gotta make sure this gets crazy.
"Getting out of hand" to me is just lazy.
Had our fill of tastless "pain et cirque".
Contorting dough into a shape won't work.
Hunting down cerebral stimuli.
We got the time to kill but it won't die.
Gonna paint this town the bloodiest of red.
A thin veneer of all the living dead.
Choking to death on the lives they've led.
Infected by the many lies wide-spread.
Blunt force persuasion you beg us to stop.
As we eyeball the pyramidal top.
It's "for the greater good" just "flattening the curve".
Please you must excuse our unabated verve.
Treating us like pets you got a whole lotta nerve.
We're the only cure you will ever deserve.
We got the hunger and we're coming for a taste
Won't be over until you resemble paste.
So we're disposable? now look who's a waste.
Editing the gene pool til your bloodlines erased.
Illuminati, elimination.
Very soon to be a not so Freemason.
More than welcoming your depopulation.
No political parties bring celebration.
The "ruling class" now holding no dominion.
Truly free no longer an unwilling minion.
the big idiot
idiocy example
of hating language
Crown jewels look like paste the boorish president said.
Queen Elizabeth’s eyes rolled back into her head.
He is such a nonsensical person, said everyone there.
How had he gotten elected? Were American's heads full of hot air?
He made some other silly comment about wanting a hamburger instead.
He is not right in the head, the chef said. Not right in the head.
Queen Elizabeth is in heaven now rolling her eyes at the USA refrains.
They might reelect this idiotic idiot; where are their brains?
Chet wore his plaid pants up to his pencil protector
People ran from the cafeteria when they saw him
He was an incessant talker
Never let anyone else speak
We have all been cornered by him
His prattle is boring; scientific crap
Stuff none of us care about
Quantum physics, montum shizzicks,
We don’t even believe in whatever it is
We are from the Midwest
in a town of two thousand
He may be my cousin, but I am the first to say
Clear out of the way, I have to get out of here
He is an educated idiot
Spewing facts right and left
Over our heads they go, bouncing round the walls
flicking into the furniture like bullets
No one is interested!
We back up as he edges into our personal space
He has no boundaries,
it is all about him
and it is annoying
to those of us who
have a life.
**** Hat
The American was an **** hat
A real screw ball idiot
Who didn’t care what people thought
She did this and that what she wanted
A new tattoo left nipple coloured dark green
Right ear extended elf like
Having sex with 70 year old men
Just for the Hell of it
Not to get their cash
A real **** hat gal
She was a local character
One whom people detested
Crossed the road to avoid
Yet she was smart could argue
On vague stupid topics
Her real name was Dawn
In reality they called her slang
Names unprintable here
She’s the **** hat gal
Full of crap a real lunkhead
Imagine if you were her
So full of **** hat !
Do you like me, or are you just kind?
Do I misconstrue
Your affectionate words,
Your gestures of a sweet nature,
As symbols of adoration?
Am I am idiot sapphic?
So unaware of flirtatious musigs
And romantic advances
That all opportunities for love pass me by?
I used to fear the gaze of other women.
Fear of judgement, of disgust, of pity,
By women inherently more perfect than me
In my eyes.
Now I long for it.
Craving the pure intimacy
Of feeling as though someone is watching
With cartoonish heart-eyes.
Do you like me, or am I an idiot sapphic,
Desperate to love and be loved,
Yet so unsure what is romance
And what is kindness?
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