Puffed to the brim with inane pride,
You strut about like a sparkling bride,
Displaying invulnerabilities that sting
Sharper than wild porcupinish being.
You fathom neither humanity
Nor harm of your callous inanity;
You ever frolic and chest-thump
And mock and onwards trump.
You’re aided by bloody malice
Of hell ever bereft of peace,
And abetted by the unhearing
Of heaven amid ills so searing.
So how long shall you trample,
You unfeeling impish trampler?
And dole out such endless trouble,
You most callous restless troubler?
Blunt brain such stale dogma holds
Tighter than crags hug dewy molds;
She spurns sparks Reason confers,
And terms sanest wit profitless fuss.
Sweetest rank her outmoded views,
Above strictest sense and full clues;
Cherished most within inured cloud
Are her trite thought frail and proud.
Proffer sure-shining cachings of gold
For faintest morsel of heresies retold,
And she'll a more precious jewel find
Brighter still under Diablo's airier rind.
Her creed says receive and cede not
Wild bootless notions simpletons got;
Let benevolent Logic his carats keep,
And her inane whims have their leap.
Her wild treasures heavier than lead
Shall endless grace that jaded head,
Until wilier ticks of blind-mute clocks
Hit Eternal Proof that sees and talks.
Ho-hum, another poem
Need a rhyme -- Carpe diem
Some ask why...tra-la-la
Ordered pizza cooked by Lisa
I was a poet, but then I blew it
Cursed my editor; it didn't matter
'Cos now I'm a rich, son-of-a-beach
I got me a gig in the major leagues
I heard a rumor that life's a bummer
And that marathoners have no sense of humor
My ox, a horse gored; I was super-scared
But I turned the horse into horse-radish sauce
Non-sequiturs? -- Who the hell cares?
Smokey the Bear put out a fire here...
My rhyming's inane, you've doubtless opined
This objective in mind, to reach readers unseen
She was in an inane land,
Unbeknownst to her, since
She was raised by
Diseased, rancid
Individuals.
Growing up with
Them as primaries,
She had no idea
That other children
At two did not have
To hunt down their
Breakfast and cook it
If they wanted to eat.
No one was there to tell her
About tooth brushing or
Personal hygiene. As a consequence,
Her teeth had rotted and fallen
Out already, and she was
Only 4015 days into her
Earth life.
11 years to you people who count
In Earth time.
She lived differently than
Most, but don’t we all live
Differently? If we compare
Stories with siblings,
You imbibe the diatribe,
quaffing the jibe for a bribe
to remain silent and acquiescing.
Struck mute to suit
your unfussed cowardice
in failing to speak up,
when you know the throng is wrong like you
to remain silent,
a seething flock in shock.
Inertia, inherent,
in the same inane inaction.
tradition has ended,poop has won
why do as we have always done?
new generations,new polemics
old ways pass without reflection
why do as we have always done?
we celebrate the inane as tradition,my parents would weep
old ways pass without reflection
the end is near,the end is near
we celebrate the inane as tradition,my parents would weep
baseball as america's game has gone awry
millionaires play without intensity
politicians no longer serve the greater good
they play to focus groups,and become millionaires
who cares about the middle
the low and the high are all that matters
the middle will not hold
personal responsibility has gone awry
the birth place of free speech has gone awry
shouting and insults is the new debate
the end is near,the end is near
A sub human waste dump named Pence
Has thoughts that defy common sense
And who wants this chump?
The assinine Trump
Who thinks with his rump so immense
What is something uproarious?
Her plan to be victorious
Who must to us speak
Since democracy’s Greek?
Hilarious Clintorius!
Unless you're a true celebrity
or one with real notoriety,
what you think folks think or say
of you in public or in secrecy
shouldn't bother you in any way
though your hunches persist;
for all you know they don't even
have an inkling that you exist;
and when you're down, don't blame
the world for ganging up on you;
don't kid yourself with such conceit
that's so inane and so askew!
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