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LIMERICKS NOT WRITTEN FOR A CONTEST
Men will slobber and drool when at the beach
Cuz bikinied women are out of reach
So eat your hearts out, men
For those girls you will yen
Fine women would consider you a leech
Men are enticed by girls with flat tummies
Though theirs are obese from eating yummies
They can keep dreaming
With beady eyes gleaming
Some of the male gender are such dummies
Men think of untying bikini strings
Of Victoria Secret girls with wings
They'd like to touch their tush
or better yet their.... shush!
Men want to do so many wicked things
Ogling girls clad in skimpy bikinis
Wishing they had three wishes from genies
Each one would be the same
Trying to UP their game
With enlargements for their teeny weenies
Turn about's always considered fair play
Many women would be glad for a lay
With a well muscled stud
Who would heat up her blood
Spendin' a lil time rollin' in the hay
Imagine, if you will, working the land.
You knead it, tend it, love it. You belong.
Its wants, its moods, its needs, you understand,
for you arose from it. You sing its song.
The Father-god sends fluids from the sky
to fertilize the Mother, here below.
You help her raise her young. Who need ask why?
It's as it's always been. You simply know.
However. There's a steam-forge in the glen,
a brooding squatting thing, which reeks and groans.
The fat man in the stove-pipe hat gives tokens
to those who'll quit the land. Pity those men!
Those rootless, soulless wraiths, diminished, broken,
divorced from soil, machine-oil in their bones!
Unconscious bias, an interesting subject indeed.
While I would never be biased, allow me to proceed.
Bias is experienced by dummies, crazies, and kooks.
Not something that would apply to someone with my good looks.
When you give me new information, I just throw it out.
I know what I need to know. The rest I can do without.
But I'm open-minded, to your idea I'll attach
merit, if, to what I already believe, it's a match.
I do not like to bother myself with data and stuff.
I already know most everything. Isn't that enough?
Did I hear someone rudely interrupting? Was that you?
I'll kindly ignore it and continue to tell you what's true.
It's so wonderful that all of us in this great nation,
like me, have achieved such enlightened civilization.
No sir, not one of us suffers from delusions.
Unconscious bias never results in illusions.
Yet, why is it that I reach the dreadful conclusions
that political debates will lead to contusions,
and there will be a rise in demand for transfusions?
No wonder I live in seclusion.
Alas, in sports, circumstances looking grim
But, help spewed forth, this day,by installed clowns.
To be born a woman, comes forth a new spin?
You decrepit menaces of DC town!
Gigantic males, may compete in their games.
Female dummies will be used in crash tests?
Brutes, who tower over them with no shame
Female equity shining at is best??
True, we may not win trophies anymore.
Let’s see macho trans-men giving birth?
While females,dishonored in a crash-car?
Devoid of a single human on earth.
Note
Representative DeLauro…suggested female
dummies in crash cars. As if those used now,
were males?
Idea suggested to De Lauro(D)…..by:
The Prince of East Palestine:
Crown Prinnce, Peter Buttigieg
4/21/2023
Complicity is easy for the Right,
one single flag to which they all adhere –
“someone might steal my loot”. This primal fear
prompts pistols under pillows, sleepless nights
and riot cops. Who needs a Stagyrite?
But Lefties hold their differences dear.
Each Keeper of the Flame is more sincere
than Cash-Is-Trash-ists, Ogden Nash-ists, quite
apart from Crypto-Fascists, Widow’s Mite
Apologists, Red Guards, or those who steer
by Stalin’s light (Stakhanovites). It’s clear:
you’d never have a play without a wright,
and so each faction finds its Miller Lite:
Kropotkin, Castro, Kopp – who’s cool this year?
Why don't poets write poems about stocks?
Well, they're unromantic for sure, like the innards of clocks
Ofttimes stock prices rise or fall on the strength of company reports
Which most poets can't make hide or hair of, be they long or they short
Then all those myriad ratios investors are so good at flaunting
Price to Sale, Dividend Yield, Price Earnings, they all seem so daunting
And when they published that book, "Stocks for Dummies"
Literati like you and me felt really, really crummy
So, to sum up the reasons why there are no poems on stocks
They're as aesthetically appealing as a high tech black box
They were gnarly and snarly and mean with sticking out tummies.
I think they are horrible, nasty, mean, and maybe they’re dummies.
That is not a nice way to be, my mother told me, give them a chance.
I crept up on them and watched while they did a tiny troll-like dance.
Their bare feet were joyful, they were uninhibited and wild.
We think she is pretty, that happy tiny girl child.
I realized then they were referring to me.
So, I decided there was more to the trolls that I usually see.
They laughed, and they snorted, they coughed milk out their nose.
They hooted and hollered, and they picked their teeth with their toes.
They are so outrageous, but incredibly kind, and totally sweet.
Now I hang out with them every chance I get except when I eat.
Strikingly crafty logomaniac presents...
what else... his trademark blatherskite!
While sprawled comfortably
numb upon davenport
Iowa daily dose of poetic mishmash,
thus yours truly couches, kneads, sports...
his imponderable matted
swiftly styled balderdash
noah intent to kindle
potential ark enemy, nor abash
please pardon your
garden variety philologos,
preparing himself for backlash
he spouts nonsense words
with chutzpah and brash
his logorrhea affliction begets
meaningless rot i.e. namely ishkabibble,
where scapegoated test dummies crash
inscrutably, dumbly, busily blankly
boxing, blinking, batting... eyelash
hijacking, flouting, disregarding... covenant,
not causing corpus callosum damage
basically self made edict equals hogwash,
within one North American banana republic
predicated upon fiat gnash
trumpets blatantly non subliminal,
subordinate, subtle... ho hum
messages cuz bosh to liberty we smash
with most popular refrain
"send her/him back" cash
hearing purported dispensable
deportee with swash-
buck killing bravado
marquee, where klieg lights
blindingly broadcast in a flash.
"FAKE" mania loosed doth stall
refugees, where desperation witnesses
land of milk and honey,
perhaps some heading to Broomall,
who if necessary crawl
escaping forced sex trafficking poverty,
persecution, violence... downfall,
viz puppet government
tricked out noble (no bull) border wall
configured as demilitarized zone
hostilility spewing noxious,
poisonous, venomous gall
courtesy commander in chief
who essentially hoops to forestall
his impeachment proceedings
bristling, ranting, scathing... twitter feeds
spewing bosh raining hatred filled squall
spouting jingoistic rhetoric
atop anointed hall
of the mountain king
eerily similar to Taj Mahal
firing expletive epithets
assenting military mandating withdrawal
loosing vicious police and/or junkyard dogs
declaring no exemption against marshall
law innocence absolute zero guard
as sharp teeth nsync with flesh maul
cue hideous sinister laughter
welcome to danse macabre ball!
MY STALKER SMUGGLING DRUGS WITH MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBAND OBSESSED WITH MY.LIFE I DONATED HOM TO HER I REMARRIED THE DU.MY JAMAICAN STALKERS SHOTTING AT MY HOME JEALOUS OF MY. EQ HUSBAND WHAT CREEPY DAME THIS IS SOME LIFETIME FREAK OF NATURE FATAL ATTRACTION MY GOD DUMB GIRL MY NEW HUSBAND DON'T NEED SCUM LIKE YOU SLEEPING WITH JIMS DOG WISHING YOU WERE ME WOW NO GOOD MEN IN JAMAICA OR IS IT ME YOU WANT THIS IS CREEPY YOU WANT BOTH MY HUSBANDS YOU FEEL CRAZY YET YOU REMEMBER TO STAY A CITY BLOCK AWAY FROM MY FAMILY YOU ARE A JAMAICAN TALIBAN IDENTITY FRAUD JIHAD DOMESTIC TERRORISTS HA HA HA HA THIRSTY CHICKEN FEET WEARING SCUM SHOOTING AT MY HUSBAND A POW YOU ARE SCUM MY HUSBAND WILL ALWAYS HAVE MY BACK HAND I. HAND TAKI G YOU DOWN CORRUPTION AGENTS CANNOT GIVE YOU MY IDENTITY CIRO PETER CAN'T GIVE YOU MY LIFE I KNOW YOU HAD FUN CROUCHING DOWN USING MY NAME COMMITING FRAUD UPON VETERANS AND THEIR FAMILIES YOU ARE A COCK ROACH A PALMETTO BUG HIDING THROUGH PAPER TREES PAGES LEAVES FALSIFYING DOCUMENTS BECAUSE MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBAND DUMPED YOU CIRO KICKED YOU OUT THE BACKSEAT PETER PUSHED YOU OUT THE SIDE DOOR EVEN YAGA WAS TORED OF SUPPORTING SHAINA ALAINA TEESA TONI TOWANDA SMUGGLING DRUGS YOU WILL BE EXTERMINATED SPAT WE ARE LOCKED AND LOAD TRY US AGAIN JJJJJJJJ DUMMY DRIVING A HONDA SEARCHING FOR SOMEBODY ELSES STALKER VETERANS AND THEIR WIVES LOCKED AND LOADED SHOOT AT MY HUSBAND AGAIN WE BOTH SAW YOUR ASSAULT RIFLE POINTED AT HIS CHEST YOU ARE LAUGHABLE SCUM SPAT SPAT ON JJJJJ ROACH STALKER DISABLED VETERANS A D THIER DISABLED WIFE HA HA HA YOU CIRO PETER ARE SCUM EXTORTING MY TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY CLAIM BACH OFF NO MORE HANDOUTS FOR JAMAICAN DEALERS ORGANIZED CRIME FRAUD AND WASTE
all those town meeting's
where they scream and they yell
it's a perfectly good reaction
from an industry about to fail
this babalon they've built
has stood for so long
it's way too late
for them to notice
something's gone wrong
they built an evil empire
to feed their selfish desires
taking peoples money
just like they were dummies
keep it nice and legal
was their claim to fame
but playing with peoples futures
is'nt just a game
they shafted a lot of nobodies
and didn't think they'd pay
but the account has added up
and wicked will be the day
they ask the guilt sick exectutive
"How did you get so high?"
he said "I saved a lot of money
and I took a lot of lives. "
so many were the casualties
in the financial war
someone had to stand up
and ask the world "What for?"
and now they want to fight
to keep it all the same
i say "To hell with that.
Let's get on with change."