his mockery was vermin that the smuggler forcibly humming sharksucker
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • August 24–30, 2026)
Bike to ramp and from ramp to tree
In just a second you can feel the hit
Hanging midair is a time of glee
Adrenaline rush with teeth a’grit
Grasping his precious jewels
The tens unit clung
Crank that cruel switch to eleven so
His unborn kids will know he was stung
A blindfolded face, cigarette tastes,
Tighty-whities, and a Big Mac burger,
A boxing glove hits a fragile place
So he screamed that his meat was murdered
Hot sauce dares with a barren gut
The bottle beckons, its all for good fun
Capsaicin will rain hell upon his you know what
Chug the demon’s drizzle and the damage is done
Office chair races down a favorite hill
Speeding down through memory lane
On my way towards a hefty dentist bill but
Jackassery is always worth the pain
Rock fights in mud is a childish leisure
With a soundtrack of chuckles and thuds
Growing up simple and hollow is a pleasure
When your friends are a bundle of duds
Please consider the tone of your voice, I say
For I am not in the mood for ill-considered sarcasm,
For it’s been a while since I heard a jackass bray.
Words can slice through the heart, emotions flay
Send one’s warm feelings into a deep, dark chasm,
Please consider the tone of your voice, I say.
I suppose I might be more tolerant another day,
But in my present state of mind, I have no enthusiasm
For it’s been a while since I heard a jackass bray.
You say you merely tease, it’s just your way to play,
But the nastiness of your words provokes a spasm
Please consider the tone of your voice, I say.
No one likes their sunny day turned a gloomy gray
Or feel their self-worth is reduced to protoplasm,
For it’s been a while since I heard a jackass bray.
Would you like if I set about your nerves to fray?
And, then told you it was in your mind a phantasm
Please consider the tone of your voice, I say,
For it’s been a while since I heard a jackass bray!
written March 2, 2022
The Jackass Caught in a Hailstorm
By Elton Camp
When people begin to revile
Should we take it and smile?
Or should we angrily lash out
“How dare you say that!” shout
Thus to add fuel to the fire
And increase others’ ire?
The ancient advice, proven sage
You should not give way to rage
For the thing that we should
Is not speak evil, but good
Rather than with anger burn
Hurtful words do not return
Inwardly, I realize this is best
But my resolve is put to the test
While watching a neighbor’s ass
I saw the animal’s lack of class
A hailstorm the jackass caught
To escape, he could do naught
His loud braying was a mistake
It’s better the hits to silently take
So unlike the mindless jack
Stay calm when under attack
(Note: This speaks to verbal attacks
only. A person under serious, physical
attack or with reasonable expectation of
one has a right to defend self and others.
“Turn the other cheek” is widely misinterpreted.
A “slap” is an insult. If somebody deliberately
breaks my arm, I am not to say, “Here, break
the other one.”)
He’s
cool,
jack of all trades
master of none,
as he manipulates
women for fun.
He’s
cold,
ice in his veins
and slick lil' snake,
he'll kill ta' steal the deal
real as he's fake
He’s
cruel,
crowned heart breaker
full trophy case,
but most ladies know him as
"Lowly Jack-Ace"
This is RHYME METER~
What do you really think of me?
Face sometimes red and drained you see
There's no place I want to hide
Either that or suicide!
Trap me, trap me, if you can
I am now a Christian man!
A Jackass Caught in a Hailstorm
By Elton Camp
Most who offend me, I can hold back
So, from them I don’t take much slack
It’s usually enough if I just coldly say,
“How do you dare talk to me this way.”
My position often carried some power
So that those around me in fear cower
I had influence on who was to be hired
Likewise as to those who should be fired
But there is another place where I do stay
That it never seems to work quite that way
And it is when I am in my very own house
There, whatever , I’ll be quiet as a mouse
When my wife and daughter begin to revile
I’ve learned it’s best to say nothing and smile
It very plainly doesn’t matter what I may say
Those two are going to have things their way
When a hailstorm the jackass has caught
To protect himself, the jack can do naught
He can only bray, as control he tries to fake
But he is better off, silently the hits to take
Hyena is a scavenger.
He eats what others leave:
So while he’s watching Lion hunt,
He’s laughing up his sleeve …
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