Kids In Commercials
Are Way More Well
Adjusted, You Know,
More Than REAL
Kids Are...
At Least They ACT
Like They Are...
You Know, But Kids
Are Cuter Than Adults...
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Who Still Do Exactly
The Same Thing...
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But More Generic.
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They Should Be CUTER!
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Let ME Just Say:
"Make
Everybody
Cuter Still,
Computer!"
-Gray Squirrel
09-08-2025
Dezi Freeman we are told killed two police
Wounded another, disturbing much peace'
Took a woman hostage and three kids
Message from the media, who from the police
Get their bits.' Meanwhile they hold Mali and
Consider her charging.yet she was not a hostage and where
It was said.' Not really clarity enlarging, how were
The kids treated after a fearfull experience' just thinking it through
Dezi was taking Andrews ex- state premier to
The law court.' He's an lgbt advocate? Of some
Sort..Rumours of child abuse historical they say'
Is Andrews extra squeeky clean.? He's been
Around anyway..Didn't he have a collision a young
Boy on a bike, reported 45 minutes later, drove off
Then back.? So some claim.' And that they do not
Like' will Mali be able to keep the children? Ir have
There been subtle threats? Comply or they'll be taken? I wonder what will come out next.?
cops come in
crime goes down
it comes right back
when cops leave town
a simple equation
all kids comprehend
but not elites ~
sheepskins in hand
Last night silence spoke,
with fear and with dread,
a language whispered
only in the dark,
spoken by shadows,
heard mainly by kids.
Few adults could hear
what light would not bear
but darkness conveyed—
that language of fear
spoken in silence.
But who taught us
how to speak and hear?
What spirits cannot spit,
yet phantoms cry out,
to our trembling ears.
The night holds its breath,
its secrets confined,
trees bend to listen,
their shadows arise,
to echo the hush.
Fears stagger and fall,
as silence takes shape,
a face without form,
a voice without sound,
that silence still dread.
Time has went by and now we've switched roles
Having me at 16 and dealing with life's blows
To me there was no problem you couldn't solve
Through my growing up you were always involved
Now you're getting older and i must take care of you
You've always had an independent point of view
There's nothing wrong with me paying you back
This is the story of our lives so sit back and relax
A baby cant help the fact that their dependant
Now the tables have turned dont be offended
This is a time for me to show my appreciation
You fed me and made sure i got my education
I dont remember going to bed with any worries
You taught us to pray and to read our bible stories
Anything you need i will try to provide for you
Im by your side with anything you may go through
Cooking,laundry and etc is what you did for me
Ill love to do for you as well, even financially
You cant burden me anymore than i burden you
With you mother I'm just trying to apply the golden rule
You were the best mother a child could have ever had
Seeing you grow older isnt easy it makes me sad
Aging from a baby to an adult back to a child
To be able to care for you mom makes me very proud
Dressed in their Sunday best
Toothy grins
Pristine shoes
Eyes sparkling with joy
A simple family picture
The epitome of innocence
'Spick and span' as they would say
A nice family outing
Where you ask?
Church?
A family picnic?
Day trip?
No.
They dressed up in their Sunday best
To watch a black man succumb to a slow and labored death
To watch his long drawn out last breath
The slowed movement of his chest
Giggling as the now still mans body stops all movement
They await their turn to take picture
A forever reminder of their first lynching
Streets littered with white paper sheets
Printed with the ink of black missing kids
Floating through the air desperate to find somebody who cares
Empty are the streets, just like their parents home
Awaiting the day they'll be reunited with their beloved children
Authorities won't listen
Not one eye lid batted
They look the black parents in the eye feeling joy from their sadness
And as cold as ice say their kids disappearance doesn't matter
They claim they've probably run away
That attention is what they want
So they won't feed into their kids 'temper tantrum'
Then to sprinkle salt into the wound
They claim the town has been much quieter
I didn't know that it was a crime for children to play
But then again when you're a black kid innocence doesn't really matter
Last week they stated BLACK LIVES MATTER
Then again it would be naive to believe
That a system built after slavery
Would care to 'serve and protect' black people
Maybe there is a reason to their indifference
Their ability to lack sympathy
Maybe just maybe
They're the reason the black kids went missing
People shall recall Netenyahu kids killer wanted for murder.
There lies a land behind the smoke,
Where silence screams and hearts are broke
Where lullabies drown in bombs and drones
And cradles turn to shattered stones
Babies cry with lips so dry
No blood, no milk, no tear left to cry
No schoolbell rings, no hospital stands,
Just bones and ruins buried in the sand
They queue for crumbs and bleed for rice
A bottle of water, the price of life
Each has lost __ be it a child or spouse
a parent, a sibling or a shattered house
Then phosphorus rains on wrecked-out souls
To burn their skin to elevate their pains
And we the modern civilized race
Watch stage 5 famine take its place
What further war-crimes must I define
Palestine bleeds while the world stays blind
Motion-activated caught on camera
while cookies for the kids I was cooking
a collared cat crept into the kitchen
when I stepped outside and wasn't looking
his potty break was well-timed
as, sadly, I'd left the door unlocked
onto the counter by the sink he climbed
bared his butt and crapped in the crock
tho' he gave new meaning
to vanilla chocolate chip
if I ever collar him doing it again
his mangy tail end I'll severely whip
as, if he wants nine lives to live
he'd really best think twice
or he'll sleep with the fishes
(not eat them)
as such behaviour is just not nice
There used to be a time I can still remember when
but times have changed they're not the same
we have to roll the rock turn back the clock
things are going wrong something's gone astray
the streets are yours and mine
let's make them safe for kids to play
the good old days do you still remember then
those days are gone time's moved on
we have to stop the sands rewind the hands
things are going downhill something's not quite right
the streets are ours mine and yours
let's make it safe to walk at night
mobsters pranksters jokers gangsters
losers one and all
dopers no-hopers gangbangers too
they're the ones should take the fall
now to be heard we need action not words
let's stand up on our own two feet
and take back the streets
Every day that I see you I see you as a strong lady
Through many trials and joys taking care of your babies
Who can speak for you with no child of their own
Every child varies so there is no right or wrong
I love the patience you have and I find it so amazing
The thought of me having a child sends my heart racing
I can't help but stare at you with much admiration
The way you guide your children and give them direction
For nine months you carried them so close to your hips
Then for eighteen years or more teaching and giving tips
To be a parent to a child must take a lot of energy
The day I become a mom it's like you I want to be
Being a mom requires teaching them the facts of life
Using laws and principles hoping they turn out right
You make a wonderful mom and you do your job well
In your quest of parenthood I doubt your efforts fail
red linen table cloths with white lace overlays
sprinkles of confetti shaped like snowflakes
evergreen plaid napkins rolled into a Santa napkin holder
Holly berry china, only brought out one time each year
Santa Claus cups and Rudolph candles
Every part of the table is yelling “Christmas!”
red and green Jello cubes
rice Krispie treats shaped like Frosty the snowman
Everyone wants to sit with us at the kids’ table
In the hush of night’s embrace, so wide,
Where silence floats and dreams reside,
There lies a sea, not made of seas—
But stars that whisper through the breeze.
A galaxy, both near and far,
Each flicker shines—a silent scar
Of wishes cast and hopes once made,
That glimmer bright but never fade.
Each star, a story, fierce and true,
Of ancient light that traveled through
The folds of time, the edge of space,
To touch the soul, to find its place.
They dance in patterns, wild and free,
A cosmic waltz, eternity.
No chain can bind, no hand can hold
These flames of silver, blue, and gold.
We look above with yearning eyes,
And feel so small beneath those skies,
Yet in that span so vast and wide,
We find our dreams, and hearts collide.
So when you’re lost or torn apart,
Look up and listen with your heart—
For in that glowing, endless dome,
The stars will always guide you home.
Falling in between family cracks
Only with shirt on your back
Sometimes life is incredibly wacked
The adults mistakes mean life is bad
Even though it’s not your fault
Racking brain with what you said
Keeping hope seems a lost cause
In time so angry you see red
Defying the odds determined to be
Someone powerful when grown and free
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